cares in hand... waiting for wind.
My mom and I were discussing tonight why my sister isn't spending more time at home with me. She said "you're not going to be here for very much long...I mean you're going abroad for gods sakes." and I was kind of surprised. I asked her "Do you really think I'm gonna go?" and said "Hallie I KNOW you're going. I know it's the right thing for you to do and that you'll be safe. I am going to miss you terribly but you have to do this." Tonight was the first night I really thought about the reality of moving to paris. Like what it really means to move that far away. Then I asked myself what's the bottom line? Is this what I want? yes. Will this make me happy? yes. SO I'm going. I am moving to Paris, France and none of you fuckers can stop me. But what u can do is be there for me when I come running back a week later calling out for my mommy.
The bug problem in my apt is re-goddamn-diculous. Who do I have to bang to get rid of these disgusting unidentifyable bugs?!? seriously, they have tails. what insect have you ever seen with a tail half the size of it's body? If I'm dead in the morning it was the bugs, don't even bother with an autopsy- bugs with tails ended my life.
The bug problem in my apt is re-goddamn-diculous. Who do I have to bang to get rid of these disgusting unidentifyable bugs?!? seriously, they have tails. what insect have you ever seen with a tail half the size of it's body? If I'm dead in the morning it was the bugs, don't even bother with an autopsy- bugs with tails ended my life.