"never woulda run through the blinding rain without one dollar to my name if it hadn't been for love.
never woulda seen the trouble that I'm in if it hadn't been for love..."
If it hadn't been for love, a lot of things wouldn't have happened in my life.
Everything is stupid and confusing. But I can't complain, can I? Life is easy like Sunday morning.
I've realized (with the help of my armchair therapist, Constance) that I will inevitably attempt to push you away, Whoever You Are (Jake Gyllenhaal or my handsome British Ryan-Phillipe look-alike) -- or I'll run far away because I do it to everyone. Constance is right, I need a mountain climber. She keeps saying that I have to stop building my walls/mountains so high but I doubt that will happen.
When I need to calm myself down, I look at clothes and shoes. Shallow, I know but online window shopping puts me in a calm place.
When I need to REALLY calm down, I look at real estate. Houses, lofts, empty lots. Mostly houses. I could tell you the price range for decent houses in San Antonio, Austin, and in Fort Smith, (Arkansas).
I don't know why I limit my real estate choices to Texas and Arkansas. There is nowhere else I can really imagine going, I guess. I'm not sure where life will take me. My mom wants to move to Colorado. My sister wants to move to Austin. Kelly Kapowski would LOVE it if I would move to Kansas. Where will life take us? Who knows.
If my future ex comes back from Korea and gets sent to Washington state, I would LOVE to go. I don't know why I would want to follow him since we are getting divorced but I wouldn't mind going to Washington. My friend moved there and she seems to love it. It seems like a nice place. I've always wanted to go and how many reasons are there to stay here?
I have no idea why I'm talking about moving.
I have no intentions of moving anytime soon (except out of this house in the summer).
Perhaps my thoughts are on traveling.
Sometimes I just wantNEED to go away for a minute.
Dear Constance,
Right now, I need a road trip -- hotel waffles, margaritas, and sand randomly stuck to my leg -- or something resembling that. ASAP, please.
love, your bestie,
shark bite.
Right now, I need a road trip -- hotel waffles, margaritas, and sand randomly stuck to my leg -- or something resembling that. ASAP, please.
love, your bestie,
shark bite.
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Dear Shark bite,
We leave for vacation on December 16. Start packing your bags now.
I figure we will hit the beach, find a Tim and Frank, maybe win some money at a casino, but most importantly? I am going to take you to the Rock Wall here, where we can find you someone who is a professional climber.
Love,
Constance
Dear Constance,
This time we need to invite Tim and Frank to go with us. I have a feeling they would have, had we extended an invitation. AND I still have my casino cards from last time, packed and ready to go. I had to pry them out of the sticky hands of my smallest child -- and it might have gotten ugly (she liked the bird on it) but the point is, I've got it.
It is practically winter though so while the beach would still be a great idea (I'm so down -- and I really think going back to Mississippi would be FUN!), we definitely won't be swimming. Not like we did a lot of that before anyway.
Listen to me, Constance -- December 16th, I will be READY TO GO. It's a Friday. My bags WILL be packed. Trust.
Love,
your bestie.
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