Stress is mostly in check. I have finally decided to just let it all be. What I have packed is what I will have. Isn't that so like Gandhi. Too bad I don't believe it. My suitcases are stuffed like two sausage links. Full, and busting, I'm still trying to cram another outfit in to one of them that literally couldn't hold a cough if it tried. They are filled to capacity like Cindy No Good on prom night. Friends, readers, people that happen to stumble upon this blog and have decided to read through my first paragraph of complete insanity - those bad boys are overindulged, pressed down and STILL running over.
I wish I could contact one of those uber rich celebrats and ask them for their jet for a week and a half, all expenses on them of course, I mean if Jay Z is really planking on a million he could stand to hook me up! I don't even care about flying coach. Just have my crap fly first class. My shoes deserve it.
This last week has been fun. Sad but fun. I'm much better behaved than I thought I would be. I've only gotten into one screaming match and have managed only to call one person a giant bitch. She likes it though, when I talk dirty so I guess it OK what are friends for after all.
I can't imagine that next week at this time, this will be all behind me. I won't be striking the keys quickly, and quietly from my bed room floor, but miles away, in a different city, just hoping to make myself better. I can't wait to see what this adventure will bring, even if I have to leave a few things behind.
No comments:
Post a Comment