bubbly and lovely: i'm too poor for therapy.
been there and back again. too many thoughts and opinions and hormones get me in trouble.
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11.28.2002
full
i'm sooo full of food i think i can see it in the back of my throat in a mirror. it makes it a bit hard to sit down and bend at the waist, but it's thanksgiving and it's to be expected. 'tis the season to stuff yourself silly. i went home and spent a few hours with my family. not so bad this year. last year was far more miserable. but this year, i kept thinking about a boy. i realized today in the shower that if i started something, it would only last for no more than three weeks because he would leave for winter break. such is the problem of getting involved with boys who were born in 1980. ugh. i'm such a cradle robber.
for a moment i thought i was going to die when my parents told me that when i got back from new zealand i had to live at home. now, they are moving back to the house in which i grew up, which is a lot more convenient for getting to the city and a lot nicer of a house in general. but c'mon. we'd all go crazy living together. i tried to pull the whole, how am i going to meet a husband living in new jersey? heh. anything for grandkids, i swear. i think it's even why they're letting me go to new zealand. but really, it would make sense if they made me live at home b/c there's no way i'm going to make enough money. but wait, i realized, if they're going to buy a house for each of my brothers, they already said they would buy a condo in nyc for me. so nyah! and then my mom made a gesture to me not to listen to dad, and all was well in my heart again.
365 days until thanksgiving.
22:40
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