Uhm... I have my wallet, note pad, coin purse - yes, I have a coin purse, back off. Hand sanitizer, tweezers - don't ask. A little sewing kit, a bag of peanuts that I'm going to throw away. And a - grocery list, and a pink pen... I have no idea where the pink pen came from.
Good things happen to anyone. Bad things happen to everyone. Only way to prove you have balls is to do something you'd never think about doing before. Its takes more guts to be honest than it does to lie, and even more to become vulnerable. And you will never have enough patience.
I dunno... The day I realized I share the genetics of one potentially homicidal maniac with a gun fetish, and one who actually is a homicidal maniac and admits to being one.
Or the day I stopped expecting either of them not make me want to crawl into a little hole and become invisible... Both kinda win.
I finished a rough draft for a paper about utter bullshit. The people in my poetry class are fucking retards and perverts. I will never look at my Emily Dickinson poem the same, thank you fucking Freud
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You have to be open and understanding. Give each other a chance to explain one another views. Its not easy, it does sometimes - hurt, but the fun parts are the best parts and come after solving all the shit that makes your cry. You just have to be brave enough to get through it.
I had cereal, orange juice and toast for breakfast. Lunch I had a tuna sandwich and soda, and diner I plan to make lemon chicken with rice and steamed broccoli with cheese. Completely uninventive I know, but I don't know what else to make.