errr, thanks.
so i've been laying in bed naked for 3 hours after my shower watching house reruns and booking hotel rooms for my family in january. officially decided that i have the best life ever... here's why:
-our new house, the brainchild of two concurrent midlife crises
-noodle, who still hasn't learned to walk on the wood floor without completely eating it.
-the shuffle feature on ipods.. because who ever really knows what they want to listen to?
-dashboard confessional, which i always want to listen to thus disproving my previous statement
-the fairmount aka my new bed- 18 years in a twin makes the 19th in a full feel like a california king.
-having real friends. the kind that i don't have to buy or be fake with or impress all the time. a lot of people think they have this, but most of them don't. (is that bitchy? it's true so no.)
-my fake id. being 19 sucks a small one.
-time to read books and maeke mie brane smartter :)
-fleece sweatpants, minus underpants. goddddddawesome
-my job... actually really blows but it's (usually) better than prostituting or selling my kidneys on the black market.
-being moderately attractive enough not to want to cry every morning upon waking.
-margaritas with biiiig salt grains
i'll go ahead and lie to all of us, myself included, and promise to keep up writing. (not like anyone reads these shits to begin with). happy spanksgiving/trample each other to death over a wii-friday, ladies and gents!
-c
