Busy Life
Summer is going splendidly.
I'm 21 now. That happened in Aruba. We went on a party bus that took us bar hopping around the island. I came back dark.
Joe took me to get a massage with him at a spa in new york for my birthday. It was lovely.
I miss him and new york a lot- I'm starting to wonder if there's anywhere else I could ever live happily. It sure isn't main line PA.
I'm living with Tina in her house in Bryn Mawr, being a nanny for my brothers during the week. The children are trying but the money makes it worth it. By the end of the summer I'll probably have enough saved up to stay in my apartment in new york next summer and buy a bed before I move there in september.
I've been reading every book I can get my hands on, but I haven't liked too many of them.
I'm sort of over going out and getting drunk. I'd rather sit around and drink wine and talk.
I think I'm becoming boring. or growing up. It's the same thing.
I went to my dad's last night for dinner. He brought up a dusty bottle of wine from 1996 and asked me if I knew where he got it. It turns out it was the bottle of wine I bought him the first time I went to France- He saved it until I was old enough to drink it with him... it was pretty good.
Lynne threw me a birthday lunch last Monday. My dad came. There was vegan cake and ice cream. Every one was sitting around the table like we were a family or something. So fake. Oh well.
The pirate ship from our window in Aruba:
That's about it.
I'm 21 now. That happened in Aruba. We went on a party bus that took us bar hopping around the island. I came back dark.
Joe took me to get a massage with him at a spa in new york for my birthday. It was lovely.
I miss him and new york a lot- I'm starting to wonder if there's anywhere else I could ever live happily. It sure isn't main line PA.
I'm living with Tina in her house in Bryn Mawr, being a nanny for my brothers during the week. The children are trying but the money makes it worth it. By the end of the summer I'll probably have enough saved up to stay in my apartment in new york next summer and buy a bed before I move there in september.
I've been reading every book I can get my hands on, but I haven't liked too many of them.
I'm sort of over going out and getting drunk. I'd rather sit around and drink wine and talk.
I think I'm becoming boring. or growing up. It's the same thing.
I went to my dad's last night for dinner. He brought up a dusty bottle of wine from 1996 and asked me if I knew where he got it. It turns out it was the bottle of wine I bought him the first time I went to France- He saved it until I was old enough to drink it with him... it was pretty good.
Lynne threw me a birthday lunch last Monday. My dad came. There was vegan cake and ice cream. Every one was sitting around the table like we were a family or something. So fake. Oh well.
The pirate ship from our window in Aruba:
That's about it.