The Internet is for Porn (and blogging)
Dear Mom,
You're making me feel guilty with all these bubbly notes from home. But it's not my fault I'm not emailing you back all the time. I don't have internet. Or a chair. Or a lamp. Or hangers. Or flour. Still. AUGH.
Sorry,
Sarah
Actually I don't mind not having lots of stuff. It's kinda nice. I wish I had less stuff so I wouldn't have to worry about it. I wish I had less emotional stuff so there could be room in my head for things that don't make me feel like crap.
Tomorrow I get to see Avenue Q. Whoohoo!
Interesting things I did this summer:
Explained 'gaydar' to my dad
Explained 'metrosexual' to my dad
Somehow became the repository of all knowledge homosexual to my friends
Laid tile
Threw on the wheel for the first time in forever
Mixed Claritin and vodka (not a good idea)
Read like everything Michael Chabon ever wrote
Moved here
At any rate, I'm off to do the most exciting of chores, laundry.
You're making me feel guilty with all these bubbly notes from home. But it's not my fault I'm not emailing you back all the time. I don't have internet. Or a chair. Or a lamp. Or hangers. Or flour. Still. AUGH.
Sorry,
Sarah
Actually I don't mind not having lots of stuff. It's kinda nice. I wish I had less stuff so I wouldn't have to worry about it. I wish I had less emotional stuff so there could be room in my head for things that don't make me feel like crap.
Tomorrow I get to see Avenue Q. Whoohoo!
Interesting things I did this summer:
Explained 'gaydar' to my dad
Explained 'metrosexual' to my dad
Somehow became the repository of all knowledge homosexual to my friends
Laid tile
Threw on the wheel for the first time in forever
Mixed Claritin and vodka (not a good idea)
Read like everything Michael Chabon ever wrote
Moved here
At any rate, I'm off to do the most exciting of chores, laundry.