I thought most of the weekend about what I felt like writing today, and honestly thought I'd decided, and then, when I sat down here to do this, it just didn't feel right.
I need to get out of this place. Not this office, but this town. This state. So, I'm not taking applications for anyone who wants a cute, young blonde and myself living with them. Kidding.
I have nothing here any more. I haven't heard from Cole since he left for Oregan over a week ago. His cell is turned off.
I had a wonderful night of laughing at my cousin on Friday, after she took it upon herself to call me, ME a spoiled bitch (pardon me). And then was able to have a rather civilized conversation with David about how he will defend her after my reply to the "spoiled" comment, by saying that I'd be more than happy to buy her extra strong shoe laces to tie her ankels together in order to prevent her from sleeping with anyone else her family or friends cared about. For some reason, it's okay, for her, the person he's known intimately for less than a year to say nasty things to me, but not okay for me, the person he's been close with for almost 23 years to reply in kind.
Strange.
Emma can go with me wherever I decide to go, and frankly, I could careless about my family. N will visit no matter where I land, distance doesn't matter with us.
*Sigh* I just don't know darlings....
I just want to suffocate in this some times.
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
The self destruction of being spoiled I've started this entry 3 times now, and each time I've deleted the entirty of it in one push of a key. Not by mistake. I thought most of the weekend about what I felt like writing today, and honestly thought I'd decided, and then, when I sat down here to do this, it just didn't feel right. I need to get out of this place. Not this office, but this town. This state. So, I'm not taking applications for anyone who wants a cute, young blonde and myself living with them. Kidding. I have nothing here any more. I haven't heard from Cole since he left for Oregan over a week ago. His cell is turned off. I had a wonderful night of laughing at my cousin on Friday, after she took it upon herself to call me, ME a spoiled bitch (pardon me). And then was able to have a rather civilized conversation with David about how he will defend her after my reply to the "spoiled" comment, by saying that I'd be more than happy to buy her extra strong shoe laces to tie her ankels together in order to prevent her from sleeping with anyone else her family or friends cared about. For some reason, it's okay, for her, the person he's known intimately for less than a year to say nasty things to me, but not okay for me, the person he's been close with for almost 23 years to reply in kind. Strange. Emma can go with me wherever I decide to go, and frankly, I could careless about my family. N will visit no matter where I land, distance doesn't matter with us. *Sigh* I just don't know darlings.... I just want to suffocate in this some times.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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