Summer is officially here. 15,000 Neo-Druids gathered at Stonehenge last night and greeted the dawn with flutes, drumming, and probably a lot of fertility rituals.
I
so want to be there.
I really got into A Million Little Pieces this morning, and I felt physically ravaged after reading. I felt like I had gone through some of what James went through, and I could feel my mouth ache, my stiches stretch, and my disillusionment set in.
I can't believe people who discredit James Frey. Fuck. You.
xxx
