Today I Am Grateful For:
My mother. There just isn't enough time to use enough words to explain who she is in my life and how much she means to me. I'd be more than lucky to end up with half of who she is in me.
Nic. Some people just never leave you. Not even when they should. Not even when you want them gone. Not even when you're ruining each other. If we succeed or falter, we're going up or down together though. I appreciate his closeness and consideration. I love him for his honesty.
Jose Freire. The reading he has assigned for our class has not only helped me find closure on past issues in my life, but helped open my mind to the possibility of my own humanity.
Scrubs. As lame as it sounds, there have been nights when that show gave me the strength to go outside and try again.
Danny. He knows exactly who I am and what I've done in excrutiatingly dramatic detail and he still thinks it'd be fun to share space in a building with me. He kept my drawing even though I was a bitch. He's a real friend.
Alex. I've called him at least four times crying in the past two weeks and he doesn't come up with excuses to get off the phone. He tells me to grow up. He repeats things I needed to hear twice.
Ezekiel. He was the only person who could hurt me for a very long time, but he saved that privilege until I really needed a slap in the face. I do need to take better care of the people I love.
Lou Reed. The music is old to both the world and my heart. It breathes something new into my soul.
Honey. If you cover just about anything that's left in the pantry with honey, it makes it feel a little more like a legitimate meal. It also sweetens tea in the absence of the sugar I can't afford until Friday.
Kevin. For waiting around for my lame ass to get it together.
Screenwriting with Joe.
The love and acceptance I feel now whenever I'm in the Godsey home.
My brother Randy for talking.
Garrett's text messages.
Michelle's postcard from France.
Jeannae. I will never find a person I like more.
Marcus's Sex and the Cityesque ambitions. (Feel better soon love!)
And my dad. Most children never get to know what it's like having a father like mine. Even though he's not there, he's always there. And the love he has for our family is so surreal that he's off in a desert listening to bombs and dreaming of us. He's what makes me sure I can get through anything.
Nic. Some people just never leave you. Not even when they should. Not even when you want them gone. Not even when you're ruining each other. If we succeed or falter, we're going up or down together though. I appreciate his closeness and consideration. I love him for his honesty.
Jose Freire. The reading he has assigned for our class has not only helped me find closure on past issues in my life, but helped open my mind to the possibility of my own humanity.
Scrubs. As lame as it sounds, there have been nights when that show gave me the strength to go outside and try again.
Danny. He knows exactly who I am and what I've done in excrutiatingly dramatic detail and he still thinks it'd be fun to share space in a building with me. He kept my drawing even though I was a bitch. He's a real friend.
Alex. I've called him at least four times crying in the past two weeks and he doesn't come up with excuses to get off the phone. He tells me to grow up. He repeats things I needed to hear twice.
Ezekiel. He was the only person who could hurt me for a very long time, but he saved that privilege until I really needed a slap in the face. I do need to take better care of the people I love.
Lou Reed. The music is old to both the world and my heart. It breathes something new into my soul.
Honey. If you cover just about anything that's left in the pantry with honey, it makes it feel a little more like a legitimate meal. It also sweetens tea in the absence of the sugar I can't afford until Friday.
Kevin. For waiting around for my lame ass to get it together.
Screenwriting with Joe.
The love and acceptance I feel now whenever I'm in the Godsey home.
My brother Randy for talking.
Garrett's text messages.
Michelle's postcard from France.
Jeannae. I will never find a person I like more.
Marcus's Sex and the Cityesque ambitions. (Feel better soon love!)
And my dad. Most children never get to know what it's like having a father like mine. Even though he's not there, he's always there. And the love he has for our family is so surreal that he's off in a desert listening to bombs and dreaming of us. He's what makes me sure I can get through anything.