It Tasted Like You But Sweeter
The other day Kandis and I wore our matching yellow Tegan and Sara shirts. We were hot. Toya wore her red one. She looked extra hot. I got tons of compliments on the shirt, but the exchanges went something like this:
“Hey, cool shirt!”
“Thanks!”
“Who the hell is Tegan and Sara?”
*shock face
Speaking of t-shirts, look for some hot new ones to be designed by your fellow peers (AKA Chase, myself, and the Happy Hands crew).
Tuesday night I ate catfish with my family, Marc, Kevin, and my sister’s boyfriend. Hilarity ensued, which can currently be heard on my voicemail message. Afterward I baked cookies. I ate them with milk. It made me feel like I was at my mom’s house. (This feeling could also be attributed to the fact that I was sitting in my mom’s kitchen at the time.) Baking was a common theme this week. Kandis makes great brownies (make me some more ho J).
I am learning to play the guitar. Apparently my hands are small and not conducive to easy guitar playing. I refuse to be defeated.
I watched Closer last night. That movie is fucked up. I liked it.
“I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye.”
That hit close to home for some reason. Why do I feel like I’ve had that said to me before? Or that I’ve said it to someone in the past? And why do I feel so okay with that coldness?
Is it possible to be so confident (and damn near conceited) and still seek validation from others? I think yes.