me? oh, not much. I spilled curdled yogurt all over myself yesterday - it smelled great. really. and last night, as a result of aforementioned hospital trauma, I slept through the meeting, most of the night, and stumbled downstairs around 9:30 this morning to no car. it had gotten towed. that was as much fun as the yogurt thing, only with the ticket and the tow I'm out $75.00 now. that's cool. I didn't like, want to paint my apartment or anything. let's couple that with the fact that had I stayed up, gone to the show, and come home and parked on the correct side of the street, that it would have been cheaper than the ticket.
moral of the story? check your expiration dates, and get to the show at all costs.
or something.
so there's so much under my skin, I don't even know where to start. I got off track with my diet and gained back seven or eight pounds. I'm having a hard time with my mom right now, which really makes me feel like a giant piece of shit, with her going through chemo and all. I have no money and no vision for my apartment, my bed is creaky and I need to change things to make it a living environment that I want - so I put my shit on craigslist and someone wants to buy my futon, and now I don't want to sell it. because where am I going to sit? and those little ikea couches don't cut it, really. so now I feel like I need to move. or throw away everything I own.
at the very least, I need a rug under my bed.
so I think it's one of those times to get down to what I want alot and what I need to have, and to ask for help, and to get with whatever the universe wants me to be right now. because all I can come up with is how much nothing seems to fit.
any suggestions?
~vvb
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