Not-Single Mostly White Female
It’s been another fun day in Casa del Here. I think someone stole my mail and there’s no word yet on The Brother’s surgery.
It’s been a weird day emotionally, I think because of that. PMS and unmedicated Bipolar Disorder. It leads to a lot of sleeping, starting the laundry then forgetting the laundry, preparing food then getting too nauseas/hot/lazy to eat it, and the acne…the acne. The horror.
Justice sent me a random text message today; short and sweet. Random short and sweet text messages are the best. I want/need to see and tend to someone today but our weeks are just so completely out of sync that we just can’t do that. It’s a bummer but that’s fine. I know he cares for me and I know that I care for him and someday we will be able to see/talk to each other more.
I’ve gotten pretty good at rationalizing the random moments of being a complete headcase, in case you haven’t noticed.
Getting an email from Texas Cuss helps quite a bit. I missed her so much it hurt.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go through the Help Wanted section again and heat up a burrito.
It don’t take an educated head to know
Oh, hi Blog. It’s me again. Remember me? It’s the person with a growly stomach and still no job to speak of.
A lot’s happened and I guess I’m feeling too weird to really blog much. Justice loves me and I’m not so blindingly obsessed with him that I have to be in love with him too. When you think hard about it and decide that you’d leave if it turned sour you know it’s love. That’s how I decided. So yes, I’m in love with Justice and I’m in love with the idea of being with him. So that is that.
I wrote my Uncle a note and handed it to him while he was still in the casket. The church was kinda hot so he didn’t have that strange corpse-y coldness that doesn’t make you cold so much as take away your heat. It made sense because Uncle Glen never took anything from nobody when he was alive, so why would he do it after he died?
He was buried on the oil field, with an oil drill on his headstone, and that was that. An Oklahoma funeral in a nutshell.
Destinee and I made up, although I guess we never made down, or what have you. I had just assumed that she outgrew me, had the fun heartbreak you only get from being ditched by a best friend, and now we’re in our 20’s and I’m going to visit as soon as I can.
So that’s my life right now. You know about as much as I do.
