...Anger Management Anyone?
No, I don't mean the movie.
I mean me.
*sigh*
Woke up this morning to the pitter patter of little feet running up and down the stairs and going in and out of their rooms in a rush so that they could escape to the "Annual Santa Clause Parade" Downtown. I remember those days. But I was in no hurry to join. I pulled the blankets over my head and cursed myself for wearing a thin white strapped t-shirt to bed. Took pleasure in the fact that the snow was melting.
Sad FM for the over-thirties:
Sitting at this computer after heading to Kalamazoo to gather up shit for the trip to North Dakota next week. Hooray. A family event. With the coolest people in my family, Val, Jarrod, Josh and the girls. Val and I sat reminiscing in the van on the way back to Grand Rapids about the girls' birth, dysfunctional families and stupid men.
Now I'm sitting at this laptop updating this stupid journal because I haven't updated it in 2 days. It seems that more people own a Myspace than a Live Journal! Craziness! More people read the Myspace too. Hmmm.
I'm also listening to Bridget Jones. The girls are all in a heap on the couches, after a major cleaning spree (yes, I was a bit bossy). Watching Bridget Jones is their treat, since they absolutely begged me to bring BJ and Harry Potter back so that they could watch/read both on the way to N.Dakota and read, etc.
"Can't liiiiiveee, iiiiiive iiiif living is withouuut youuu" Blah.
Now waiting for my Mother to Western Union me the money she promised nearly 7 hours. I've left her two messages basically telling her to get off of her back and do what she promised.
I feel like a total loser stuck in a total funk. Nearly co-dependent and annoyingly obsessive.
Shit.
Sad thing happened today. As Valerie and I left the store to see if Mom had sent money anyway, a man came into the store and fell down. No one seemed interested in helping. Val and I paused. Came to the conclusion that he was drunk. Isn't that awful?
Society today.
People today.
Shit.
I mean me.
*sigh*
Woke up this morning to the pitter patter of little feet running up and down the stairs and going in and out of their rooms in a rush so that they could escape to the "Annual Santa Clause Parade" Downtown. I remember those days. But I was in no hurry to join. I pulled the blankets over my head and cursed myself for wearing a thin white strapped t-shirt to bed. Took pleasure in the fact that the snow was melting.
Sad FM for the over-thirties:
Sitting at this computer after heading to Kalamazoo to gather up shit for the trip to North Dakota next week. Hooray. A family event. With the coolest people in my family, Val, Jarrod, Josh and the girls. Val and I sat reminiscing in the van on the way back to Grand Rapids about the girls' birth, dysfunctional families and stupid men.
Now I'm sitting at this laptop updating this stupid journal because I haven't updated it in 2 days. It seems that more people own a Myspace than a Live Journal! Craziness! More people read the Myspace too. Hmmm.
I'm also listening to Bridget Jones. The girls are all in a heap on the couches, after a major cleaning spree (yes, I was a bit bossy). Watching Bridget Jones is their treat, since they absolutely begged me to bring BJ and Harry Potter back so that they could watch/read both on the way to N.Dakota and read, etc.
"Can't liiiiiveee, iiiiiive iiiif living is withouuut youuu" Blah.
Now waiting for my Mother to Western Union me the money she promised nearly 7 hours. I've left her two messages basically telling her to get off of her back and do what she promised.
I feel like a total loser stuck in a total funk. Nearly co-dependent and annoyingly obsessive.
Shit.
Sad thing happened today. As Valerie and I left the store to see if Mom had sent money anyway, a man came into the store and fell down. No one seemed interested in helping. Val and I paused. Came to the conclusion that he was drunk. Isn't that awful?
Society today.
People today.
Shit.