my life is complete

So, I was going to do a real post tonight, but I happened to go to my now defunct journal and browse around for old time's sake and found this:

"May 14, 2008:

The seasons don't change.

It's more than ridiculous that for the past three years, January through April are filled with boys. Spring must be working some awful magic in them, because during those months, they can't get enough of me. But as soon as May hits and generally through the rest of the year, they have booked it back to whatever safe habitat (or state) from whence they came.

And every year, I think to myself, who knows, maybe this year the seasons will change. Maybe the male population won't begin showing interest in February, maybe I'll actually get a summer fling. But no. The seasons are the seasons for a reason, and with this established pattern, I think it's safe to say I know what to expect for the rest of my life.

It's not lost on me that it's May, not April or June, that David and I broke up. It's not lost on me that it was last May, the asshole from Connecticut drove away and forgot about me. It's not lost on me that it was two years ago in May, that I shared a night in a hammock with a boy who couldn't make up his mind.

The seasons don't change. And sometimes, I don't think we do, either."

So all that emoness aside - LOOK AT MATT NATHANSON'S NEW LYRICS:

"It's warm enough to trick the birds into singing,
it's warm enough to give 'em hope,
but we both know it's dead winter
and seasons change, but we don't."

FUCKKKKKK MATT NATHANSON AND I SHARED A BRAIINNNNNNNNN.

And for the record, the Curse of May was broken.