the one worth keeping
I had a good, good, good day today, even though, almost because, I worked 8 hours. Tomorrow is my last day before I go back to SLC, 10 hours, should be interesting. I got my internet back after almost 2 weeks of it being down and me almost getting used to living with out it. Haven't read my friends list. Are you okay? Everyone say they're okay. Well, you won't, but I feely better for asking.
My car reached 136,000 miles. I forgot to make a cake. I went to Ikea and filled my car with furniture and things made out of rounded plastic. It felt good. It was so cheap and juicy. We pretended to be an angry Russian couple and a woman with bad teeth belived us and came over and talked to us. I also bought a statue of Buddha that I'm going to make into a lamp. How do you make lamps?
Last night I had a really vivid dream about a road trip filled with friends, ex-girlfriends, and imaginary ex-girlfriends of real friends. It was very strange. The van was yellow. I bought Little Miss Sunshine? I don't know. Maybe it's because I started taking Prozac last week to try to ease the anxiety. A suspect prescription at best, but I go to bed and wake up faster.
Tonight, there was Mexican food, drinks, and laughter. Do you ever forget to remember to forget about someone? Or is that natural selection working in your neurons?
Oh, and here was the best image of life: Coming home and my grandmother was still awake, tv on in her bedroom on the ground floor. I see her head pop up, next to the cat, and she rolls around like a tiny little woman to say hi to me and we chat at the widow, which is the height of my head, in the dark. I am so, so okay. Maybe tipsy. Maybe content. I am not sure I understand.
My car reached 136,000 miles. I forgot to make a cake. I went to Ikea and filled my car with furniture and things made out of rounded plastic. It felt good. It was so cheap and juicy. We pretended to be an angry Russian couple and a woman with bad teeth belived us and came over and talked to us. I also bought a statue of Buddha that I'm going to make into a lamp. How do you make lamps?
Last night I had a really vivid dream about a road trip filled with friends, ex-girlfriends, and imaginary ex-girlfriends of real friends. It was very strange. The van was yellow. I bought Little Miss Sunshine? I don't know. Maybe it's because I started taking Prozac last week to try to ease the anxiety. A suspect prescription at best, but I go to bed and wake up faster.
Tonight, there was Mexican food, drinks, and laughter. Do you ever forget to remember to forget about someone? Or is that natural selection working in your neurons?
Oh, and here was the best image of life: Coming home and my grandmother was still awake, tv on in her bedroom on the ground floor. I see her head pop up, next to the cat, and she rolls around like a tiny little woman to say hi to me and we chat at the widow, which is the height of my head, in the dark. I am so, so okay. Maybe tipsy. Maybe content. I am not sure I understand.