February 2011
39 posts
January 2011
22 posts
I have friends who will pick me up at 6 AM on a Sunday when I’m convinced I have Spainsh Bird Flu.
I have a roommate who makes me chicken noodle soup and tells me to drink liquids for my own good. She also puts up with me living on the futon for days.
I have my own personal bagel delivery man (who also delivers delicious gatorade).
Lucky Lucky me!
That was a completely mortifying experience on so many levels….
Three years ago, I cried when I made birthday cheesecake that cracked.
This year, when my cake crumbled into a million pieces, I didn’t care.
There’s a good daily accomplishment!
“Do not ask for fulfillment in all your life, but for patience to accept...”
– Brenda Short
“Tu sei il sole del mio giorno. Ti amo”
This is relationship genocide week….I’m gonna go hide now.
Today was an odd day of self deprecation. I can’t exactly pinpoint why this was the case, I don’t really have a solid basis for it, but it happened none the less. The other night a friend who really doesn’t know me that well drunkenly called me out on pretending to be happy at the time when he knew I wasn’t. It was bizarre having someone who doesn’t know you well call...
My anxiety knows no bounds.
So I finnished my homework for the entire week by Tuesday….what am I supposed to do now?!?!?
