some is said and all is done

oh, Paul, Karen O--maybe they all see it as i took my lucky break and broke it in two, or maybe they think i'm wounded, or maybe they don't care and think it's a completely good thing.

but oh, Karen O, Paul--you know i don't regret it. i don't count it as a fragile thing broken. nor do i count it as shards stuck in my arms. but i am not making a celebration of it.

he understood, God bless his heart. it was quick, it was clean, i was gone. i went to a friend's house and we rented a Spike Jonze movie and it was good, and i was good. and i heard your whoops and calls, Karen, i did. it comforted me a bit.

there's only two people i've talked with it about, and only one who knew it was bound to happen. that i talked to, anyway. the guys who've contacted me immediately after knowledge of it were happy. one of them insulted him, and i won't have that--it wasn't messy, it wasn't for messy reasons.

WE'RE GODDAMN FINE.

oh, Karen: i've untied the knot in my worried shoes. i'm home. i'm done with the weight. i am free, but i am not making a jubilee of it. neither am i singing a dirge.

blink.

-d