And I just want to say
Shit.
My brother is getting married. My brother is getting married. My brother is getting married. If I repeat it enought times it'll finally sink in and I'll be able to appreciate the fact that.... ugh, my brother is getting married. For all the wrong... f*** it. Who the hell am I to say if it's the right reason or not. He seems to think that it's for the right reason and if I were her.... well, obviously I'm not. As you can probably tell, I've lost a screw a two around here.
On a brighter note, I am astonished that my friend from fourth grade [I haven't talked to her since... eh, the summer of seventh grade] called me today. I'm actually surprised I connected so well with her after all of this time. We talked for a bit and I found myself switching back and forth between Hmong and English... ehhh, I'm kinda of bad that way. Jeeze.
Neither which way, I've been stressed this week and my arm is tingling so 'night.
My brother is getting married. My brother is getting married. My brother is getting married. If I repeat it enought times it'll finally sink in and I'll be able to appreciate the fact that.... ugh, my brother is getting married. For all the wrong... f*** it. Who the hell am I to say if it's the right reason or not. He seems to think that it's for the right reason and if I were her.... well, obviously I'm not. As you can probably tell, I've lost a screw a two around here.
On a brighter note, I am astonished that my friend from fourth grade [I haven't talked to her since... eh, the summer of seventh grade] called me today. I'm actually surprised I connected so well with her after all of this time. We talked for a bit and I found myself switching back and forth between Hmong and English... ehhh, I'm kinda of bad that way. Jeeze.
Neither which way, I've been stressed this week and my arm is tingling so 'night.