Lookin like Veronica but I’m a Betty at heart
It seemed as though today I had fastened up Monday with Tuesday, an old saying when someone buttons their overcoat wrong. A metaphor for not being on the right track.
Then three words strung together as one sentence threw me right into the thrones of contentment.
Wouldn’t you like to know..
Boy, Anthropologie. Even Chico’s women’s store next to you has hipper window displays than you. You’re looking mighty mom-ish, and not in a good way. Ouch.
"Don’t you forget to.." (insert violent convulsion here) "..Oh that’s just my Michael Fox impression."
My dad is having major surgery tomorrow. Even in the scariest of times, my family has the world’s best and crudest sense of humor.
Mom: “That’s some nice wooded area over there.”
Me: “Yeah that’s where the off campus date rapes take place.”
Mom: “Hmm. Yeah that looks like a nice spot.”
"I’m a man, I get down there and scratch."
"Jesus the bottom part of my testicle has barnacles on it.."
Today I learned how and why cancer patients give up and drift away.. like the sea.
Don’t tell anyone about how my first blog in like a month is accompanied by two vodka sodas and a damned Mandy Moore movie. It takes some cojones to do what I do.
Ok, who gives a shit, really? I just want some freaking tacos, man.
Doesn’t take a lot to keep this girl happy, I swear.
Isn’t it always the typical story, they want what they can’t have?
You give and you give then you take away and that triggers something in the brain waves that they need then you cave and they plead and they get and its the vicious cycle of no return. Literally.
I try not to be disappointed. I go about life as if nothing significant has changed.
But really, I am going through so many significant changes in the environment around me that maybe I am just, once again, losing sight of what should be most important.
Everything happens for a reason.