When did I become such a slob?
I built my little desk today, only to discover that it isn't deep enough to compensate for the slant of the roof. So, my computer is still sitting on the end of my bed.
But, to avoid getting sawdust in the piles and piles of clothes that were covering the floor, I put them all on my bed. Now that I want to go to bed, I have to put away all the clothes which definately do not fit into my dressers. The bottom line is I am lazy and have no where for all of my stuff to go.
I talked to my dad and he said I can store anything I want up at the house in both "my room" and the attic. Mom says to just bring it all up there. Might as well use the space if they have it. She is still really bitter about the whole thing. I went to bring the U-Haul back with my dad last night and we had coffee afterwards where we talked for a few hours. I brought up some stuff that I really didn't want to know about because it only puts me in an even more difficult position. I'm glad that we have the freedom to be able to talk about stuff though, and I really cherish that I can say what I am really feeling. There are no eggshells or masks, there is only raw honesty and it's worked for us for 21 years. The only time I can ever remember being really upset with him was this past Christmas, but I truely believe that it was because of so much other stuff that was going on.
I've been thinking about Tim again.
I don't want to. There is no reason for it especially since I'm sure I will never see or talk to him again. It helps not having his number anymore and being nearly 3 hours away.
Ah fuck it. I want to talk to him and I want to see him. First step is admitting it, right? Welcome to Timaholics Anonymous.
Thankyou. My name is Liza and I have been a timaholic for almost 14 months and began showing signs nearly 3 years ago.
Ha ha. Pathetic.
Actually, something really pathetic, or should I say hysterical. Yesterday I was walking up the driveway to the front door and went to step up the one step to the front porch when my flippie decided to start sliding off my foot. I ended up tripping and landing face first on the porch just inches from the front door. I managed to hit every appendage on the way down and am now showing signs of my unfortunate luck. But, it was absolutely hysterical. I rolled over on the porch and laid there a minute hoping no one had seen that sad sight but silently wishing it was on film because I know it would make for a good laugh. Ha. Sometimes I think it would great to have my life taped like The Truman Show. Well as long as my life wasnt all a lie. That wouldn't be so fun. But to have everything taped would be awfully funny. Think of the sitcom you could develop out of the footage.
Very fun.
K, I really must start making these clothes disappear.
Dream something sweet.
Night.
But, to avoid getting sawdust in the piles and piles of clothes that were covering the floor, I put them all on my bed. Now that I want to go to bed, I have to put away all the clothes which definately do not fit into my dressers. The bottom line is I am lazy and have no where for all of my stuff to go.
I talked to my dad and he said I can store anything I want up at the house in both "my room" and the attic. Mom says to just bring it all up there. Might as well use the space if they have it. She is still really bitter about the whole thing. I went to bring the U-Haul back with my dad last night and we had coffee afterwards where we talked for a few hours. I brought up some stuff that I really didn't want to know about because it only puts me in an even more difficult position. I'm glad that we have the freedom to be able to talk about stuff though, and I really cherish that I can say what I am really feeling. There are no eggshells or masks, there is only raw honesty and it's worked for us for 21 years. The only time I can ever remember being really upset with him was this past Christmas, but I truely believe that it was because of so much other stuff that was going on.
I've been thinking about Tim again.
I don't want to. There is no reason for it especially since I'm sure I will never see or talk to him again. It helps not having his number anymore and being nearly 3 hours away.
Ah fuck it. I want to talk to him and I want to see him. First step is admitting it, right? Welcome to Timaholics Anonymous.
Thankyou. My name is Liza and I have been a timaholic for almost 14 months and began showing signs nearly 3 years ago.
Ha ha. Pathetic.
Actually, something really pathetic, or should I say hysterical. Yesterday I was walking up the driveway to the front door and went to step up the one step to the front porch when my flippie decided to start sliding off my foot. I ended up tripping and landing face first on the porch just inches from the front door. I managed to hit every appendage on the way down and am now showing signs of my unfortunate luck. But, it was absolutely hysterical. I rolled over on the porch and laid there a minute hoping no one had seen that sad sight but silently wishing it was on film because I know it would make for a good laugh. Ha. Sometimes I think it would great to have my life taped like The Truman Show. Well as long as my life wasnt all a lie. That wouldn't be so fun. But to have everything taped would be awfully funny. Think of the sitcom you could develop out of the footage.
Very fun.
K, I really must start making these clothes disappear.
Dream something sweet.
Night.