The next two days will eat me.
Today ate me in one big bite: emotionally, physically, mentally.
But now I know that things can only get BETTER.
I have been sitting in front of the computer screen for four hours. My brain is frazzled and I wish I could smoke just one cigerette. That would make me the happiest girl in the world. I am listening to The Backstreet Boys: "Everytime I breath I take you in, and my heart beats again. Baby I can't help it, keep me drowning in your love"
I would like to be a song writer for a boy band. All you need are a few metaphors for love induced asphixiation (that's easy) and something involving a heart-breaking situation. For Christmas I want a new bed! And a trip far far far away! And a rich British husband who will go away 9 months of the year and let me live in his mansion and read books and drink wine all day.
My eating habbits have been so sporadic lately. Tonight during supper, my dad goes:
" You look skinny. You're not going all Belllemia, are you?" (totally mispronoucing Bulemia). So of course I replied with "No Dad, i'm not 'going'bulemic." He makes it sound like it's some sort of trend like "going Boho Chik"or "something. Then I told him that he probably didn't even know what Bulemia was and he gave me a snobby/smug look and replied with: "It's when you eat, and then you barf! You purge!" Then he just looked proud of himself as though he has just nailed me with some mastery of obscure knowledge and went to scrape his plate into the compost. I would love to have my dad in my Feminisms and Their LIteratures class for one day, just one. I would like to see how many people he could manage to offend in a matter of five seconds. I hope that one day i'm rich and crazy and obsessed with roosters and can somehow manage to get away with saying whatever the hell I feel like.
I want to update with some pictures but when my parents re-booted the computer, they erased the program I need! I guess I could re-download it but I am lazy.
I can't wait for the BRENTWOOD CHRISTMAS PARTY. It's actually not a party involving the Brentwood. It's more a party for my dad's staff but we will call it brentwood. My dad said he can't invite all the crazy supers this year because all they do is drink beer and smoke and play pool. I don't see what's wrong with that. He says that the women "flirt"with him by saying things like "You're Larry, I was expecting a much older man" Sometimes I wonder. I hate when people say people are flirting with them when they're not. My Dad used to flirt with his hairdresser, Kim. He would say how he was going to run away with her. One day my sister and I put ketchup in his hair during supper because we knew he was getting a haircut that night. Kim found crusty ketchup in his hair. I don't even make sense anymore. tired. go now. bye!
Today ate me in one big bite: emotionally, physically, mentally.
But now I know that things can only get BETTER.
I have been sitting in front of the computer screen for four hours. My brain is frazzled and I wish I could smoke just one cigerette. That would make me the happiest girl in the world. I am listening to The Backstreet Boys: "Everytime I breath I take you in, and my heart beats again. Baby I can't help it, keep me drowning in your love"
I would like to be a song writer for a boy band. All you need are a few metaphors for love induced asphixiation (that's easy) and something involving a heart-breaking situation. For Christmas I want a new bed! And a trip far far far away! And a rich British husband who will go away 9 months of the year and let me live in his mansion and read books and drink wine all day.
My eating habbits have been so sporadic lately. Tonight during supper, my dad goes:
" You look skinny. You're not going all Belllemia, are you?" (totally mispronoucing Bulemia). So of course I replied with "No Dad, i'm not 'going'bulemic." He makes it sound like it's some sort of trend like "going Boho Chik"or "something. Then I told him that he probably didn't even know what Bulemia was and he gave me a snobby/smug look and replied with: "It's when you eat, and then you barf! You purge!" Then he just looked proud of himself as though he has just nailed me with some mastery of obscure knowledge and went to scrape his plate into the compost. I would love to have my dad in my Feminisms and Their LIteratures class for one day, just one. I would like to see how many people he could manage to offend in a matter of five seconds. I hope that one day i'm rich and crazy and obsessed with roosters and can somehow manage to get away with saying whatever the hell I feel like.
I want to update with some pictures but when my parents re-booted the computer, they erased the program I need! I guess I could re-download it but I am lazy.
I can't wait for the BRENTWOOD CHRISTMAS PARTY. It's actually not a party involving the Brentwood. It's more a party for my dad's staff but we will call it brentwood. My dad said he can't invite all the crazy supers this year because all they do is drink beer and smoke and play pool. I don't see what's wrong with that. He says that the women "flirt"with him by saying things like "You're Larry, I was expecting a much older man" Sometimes I wonder. I hate when people say people are flirting with them when they're not. My Dad used to flirt with his hairdresser, Kim. He would say how he was going to run away with her. One day my sister and I put ketchup in his hair during supper because we knew he was getting a haircut that night. Kim found crusty ketchup in his hair. I don't even make sense anymore. tired. go now. bye!
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