Life is so strange
Jan. 14th, 2001 12:09 pmThe New Yorker is under the delusion that I am a professional. Ha!
I have a stack of packages that I must get to the post office on Tuesday. I've never actually mailed a package myself. My mom passed on some morbid fear of the post office so I avoid them. So I must force myself to go to school early on Tuesday, mail packages, buy books and go to Czech.
The grocery store has this wonderful yummy soda. Jones Soda. I love this! They have awesome pictures on every bottle and good flavors, like Strawberry Lime and Crushed Melon. Mmmm soda.
Feeling better. Alwasy better with the sunlight. Today is glorious blue sky.
Sometimes I forget... once P. said too me that he was so impressed that I had survived myself and everything else. I forget that it is survival, and what I've been through doesn't have to define me for my entire life. I go on. Wow. What an amazing thing.
I have a stack of packages that I must get to the post office on Tuesday. I've never actually mailed a package myself. My mom passed on some morbid fear of the post office so I avoid them. So I must force myself to go to school early on Tuesday, mail packages, buy books and go to Czech.
The grocery store has this wonderful yummy soda. Jones Soda. I love this! They have awesome pictures on every bottle and good flavors, like Strawberry Lime and Crushed Melon. Mmmm soda.
Feeling better. Alwasy better with the sunlight. Today is glorious blue sky.
Sometimes I forget... once P. said too me that he was so impressed that I had survived myself and everything else. I forget that it is survival, and what I've been through doesn't have to define me for my entire life. I go on. Wow. What an amazing thing.