Homebody

Mar 26, 2008 11:09

Being at home feels roughly equivalent to playing Lego StarWars II. I have the minikit detector but I can't clear the level. There's just one or two that I can't find to just be done with it and not look back.

I can do the adult thing: pay bills, be functional on minimal sleep, eat properly etc. but here I still have limited access. It's nothing spoken, just being denied the bounty hunter clearance entry that reminds me of the role I play. Here, I am their daughter. I will never stop being their daughter, but while at home I still seek their approval.

Being an angst muffin is just a stage I'm going through. Or rather, this is my angst du jour...(more likely)...d'annee.

Oh 'rents.

In other news:
-After chopping off my hair, I always forget how little shampoo I actually need. It takes about two weeks to remember it's shorter.
-I can't believe it took me so long to get around to reading Tamora Pierce's "Trickster's Choice" and "Trickster's Queen." Someday I'll be that good.

meditative angst

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