Saturday, March 03, 2007


When I'm trying to get from point A to point B, it feels like I'm walking through waist-high water. It feels like my thigh muscles are taught rubber bands encased in cement. It feels like I'm walking around with my knees bent and my pelvis thrust out. All I need to do is pull my jeans up to the bottom of my boobs to complete the uuber nerd look. My grimace completes it all. I'm lovely.


John McCrarey said...

Man, when it rains it pours on you, doesn't it?

I feel guilty having all the good luck these days. Please know you are in my thoughts and I hope you are feeling better soon.

It sucks that your school didn't do the right thing re: the taxes. Well, you got mugged girl, so don't feel any guilt about making them suffer the consequences. You gave them the chance to give you what is rightfully yours, so don't go all sentimental now. You owe them nothing and are only asking for what is due you. Hell, at this point I would ask for interest on the money.

I know you can't help but worry about your grandmother but don't make yourself sick over it. Nothing you can do from here but send positive thoughts her way.

Hang in there.

sher said...

Oh no!!! I agree with John. This is a bad patch, but hang in there. Hugs.