Every time I walk home alone in the dark, I find myself drafting the post that one day I will have the courage to publish that I (currently) call "What it is to be a girl".

I'm currently too tipsy to do this post justice but at the moment it's bouncing around in my noggin as follows:

something something keys in front pocket always something music on but not too loud something something something constant vigilance

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I'm not formally participating in Groupdrink, if that's going on tonight - but I'm doing pretty well going solo.

*this post is very disjointed and I apologise.