My mother sent me a letter not too long ago. When I flipped over the envelope, I saw that she had sealed it with a tiny, round rose sticker. For some reason it made me want to sob. Just because of a tiny sticker. Just because of that fleeting, added after-thought. And now I’m dying for my sand-coloured house at the end of Long Path, even though the familiarity is slowly becoming unfamiliar. My little doggies are no longer there. My grandmother is no longer there. They’ve even repainted my room.
On a lighter note, I turned down an incredibly handsome, tall, dark, athletic (potential) hook-up tonight, in favour of not feeling like a bag of crap at work tomorrow. I can’t say I don’t regret it, because I do. I am so sick to death of the opposite sex that I feel careless, dejected, rejected, injected with rage… But wtf is this? I’ve just stepped into the deep end of the LAME pool, and I’m floundering quickly.
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I have some lame pool water wings if you’d like to borrow them.
oh girl. you’ll get over it real quick. its not so bad being lame and boring. you’ll be surprised how much money you save and how much you get done.
which will only make you much more appealing to your future mate
wait, you turned down a tall/dark/handsome/ athletic guy? what is wrong with you?! ha, just kidding. or am i?
little sentimental things always make me boohoo. i am becoming mor and more like my mom:)
totally agree with blunt delivery! you really need to slow down sometimes, my darling. you could never be lame, you’re too kick-ass!
ahh, you are correct. my future mate… sounds like a national geographic special.
i would LOVE them
hahahahahaha, glad someone agrees with me. and i didn’t even sleep last night, so i still ended up exhausted at work. go me.