I'm a groupie now?

This was intended as a reminiscing piece about my lovely groupie moment ( probably my first and last ) with Jesse Hughes from the Eagles of Death Metal.

It's all typed out, called „Oh my.odt“ sleeping peacefully on my desktop. That's where it will stay, i guess.

It was my little rockstar moment, kissing one of my favourite rock 'n' rollers on Valentines day is quite a lovely thing to remember i'd say. It's also quite rockin' to have his scarf and probably the cutest autograph one could get.

But that's all there is to it. I could make a big story out of it – I actually did by writing the „oh my“- file. I could make it a whole big deal. Maybe i'll post it somewhen, maybe i won't. It's just.. it's not that important.

What is important is that i just made my mum a lovely cake with lots of little chocolate hearts on it and looooads of whip cream on it and a heart in the middle with little stars on it. The important part is that i have finally finally realized that i do have a life i can go back to. I love my friends, i truly do, the rare bunch i've shoved around me. I love my job at the kindergarden. I am nearly done with school and i can't wait. There's so much else. There's so much bad and sucky and bleh. But it's good. I have a life i can rely on. I have a life i chose over a coked up night with random rockstar sex. Nothing against a little smooching y'know. But still. "No thank you Jesse.I gotta get back home.School tomorrow and work aswell."

This is such an overwhelming feeling i'm crying right now and i've been everytime i thought about it.

I'm so fucked up you have no idea. I truly never would have thought of myself as somebody who has something to fall back into. But i do. I really do.