so in the last twenty four hours:
I have learned that if I don't manually write (not just type) for a few pages at least every few days, I start going in circles.
I figured out I still want to move to portland (see above). I just needed to adjust my timing.
I'm not taking any shit from anybody, because my friends don't take shit from me. and I'm stronger for it, and someday they will be too.
I'm not winning any popularity contests these days (again, see above).
I'm going to be in lesley's wedding. me. in a wedding. OMG!
the two hot indie rocker boys I go to meetings with like my hair. when you haven't had sex in a while, that works just fine.
and last, but so definitely not least:
kristin is my hero, I'd marry her if I could
she lives on a boat, some parts of it are wood
she sent the best birthday present I've ever seen
"my so-called life" on dvd, shiny and new and clean
I know she listens and I love her so
she's pulled me from darkness to the sparkling glow
we sit on the phone with our cats in our laps
and when I make it out west we'll all take great naps
so this is my ode, my birthday gratitude
and what rhymes with gratitude besides latitude and attitude?
I'll see her in fall, her favorite time of year
and we'll just be giggling and glad to be near
I don't quite know what I'd do without kristin
her smiles and sunshine and attentive listenin'
like I said, I'd marry her if I could
and live happily ever after on her boat, partly wood.
I should be working at hallmark, right?
right.
~vvb
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