Is Too Inappropriate for You
Would I blow my sister off for some guy? No. No. Especially not when she's practically crying, but does she care? No. She has to go hang out with some guy. Ryan. Like Ryan is the center of the universe. And then later she'll decide that she actually doesn't like him. And I'll still want to cry.
EMO
Actually, maybe my sister wins. She actually went to hang out with somebody in real life instead of being a digital daughter and talking to me on the phone. Good for her. And hey, we can both like guys that do drugs, and be pissed off and upset about it together, and try really hard not to care. It will be fun. Really good sister bonding. Sounds like we're going to need some heavy therapy. Underwear therapy.
Proof of the success of underwear therapy:
Scene: New Paltz, Lauren's Common Room
My stuff is sprawled all over a mattress on the floor. I am packing.
Bryan: Wow, Melissa, that's some sexy underwear.
Me: You really don't have to fold my underwear.
Bryan: Maybe I do have to fold your underwear.
Lauren: These must look really flattering on you.
Me: They do.
Bryan: I've never had anybody tell me that my underwear is flattering before.
Apparently only I care that I don't have anyone to wear said sexy underwear for.
The disparaging remarks about my sex drive are not getting any fewer.
It's fun.
Trevor is stuck in town because the creek is too high to cross back over after the thunderstorm. The family is on vacation. The human population on the farm currently = 1.
I am starting to find the chickens comforting. This is disturbing.
Something exciting: The row covers were left on some of the collards over the winter, and finally today I got around to taking the cover off. Instead of dead leaves, there were many beautiful deep green plants. They survived the -20 degree days, somehow, and I had fresh vegetables in my lunch. I could pretend it was spring.
I have spent much time lately on top of a broken ladder drilling holes in the ceiling.
I vote my life is bizarre.
EMO
Actually, maybe my sister wins. She actually went to hang out with somebody in real life instead of being a digital daughter and talking to me on the phone. Good for her. And hey, we can both like guys that do drugs, and be pissed off and upset about it together, and try really hard not to care. It will be fun. Really good sister bonding. Sounds like we're going to need some heavy therapy. Underwear therapy.
Proof of the success of underwear therapy:
Scene: New Paltz, Lauren's Common Room
My stuff is sprawled all over a mattress on the floor. I am packing.
Bryan: Wow, Melissa, that's some sexy underwear.
Me: You really don't have to fold my underwear.
Bryan: Maybe I do have to fold your underwear.
Lauren: These must look really flattering on you.
Me: They do.
Bryan: I've never had anybody tell me that my underwear is flattering before.
Apparently only I care that I don't have anyone to wear said sexy underwear for.
The disparaging remarks about my sex drive are not getting any fewer.
It's fun.
Trevor is stuck in town because the creek is too high to cross back over after the thunderstorm. The family is on vacation. The human population on the farm currently = 1.
I am starting to find the chickens comforting. This is disturbing.
Something exciting: The row covers were left on some of the collards over the winter, and finally today I got around to taking the cover off. Instead of dead leaves, there were many beautiful deep green plants. They survived the -20 degree days, somehow, and I had fresh vegetables in my lunch. I could pretend it was spring.
I have spent much time lately on top of a broken ladder drilling holes in the ceiling.
I vote my life is bizarre.