everything feels uncertain.
I really like it here (on most days) and I do want to stay.
it just feels like everything here is timed. if he doesn't get
a job within the next month (from today) I am done. honestly, finished.
I don't want it to have to end this way, but I'm left with not a single
other option. life is such bullshit sometimes. why are people so difficult?
on a better note: I bought a nice sewing machine from the internet.
it sews on buttons and makes buttonholes. it is my new best friend.
I'm making a nice blue tartan bag. and I made a little pin cushion friend.
I made tofu parm the other day. it was beyond delicious.
I am making cupcakes tonight.
it just feels like everything here is timed. if he doesn't get
a job within the next month (from today) I am done. honestly, finished.
I don't want it to have to end this way, but I'm left with not a single
other option. life is such bullshit sometimes. why are people so difficult?
on a better note: I bought a nice sewing machine from the internet.
it sews on buttons and makes buttonholes. it is my new best friend.
I'm making a nice blue tartan bag. and I made a little pin cushion friend.
I made tofu parm the other day. it was beyond delicious.
I am making cupcakes tonight.