(alanis, forever emblazoned in my memory as a naked visitor to a subway ride…)
and so it goes.
Im thankful for a lot of things, I ve realized…to the point where I think in order to not sweat the small things, I am going to post them everyday. not on here, mind, just on fet. a little reminder of what I am happy for. this week has proven a great deal of thanking.
I didnt check to see what my last entry was, but I will say that I have only one class of chem left, I ahve aced spanish, and jack is getting surgery for a torn ACL. jon is finally giving him a small bit of the attention he deserves. I realized that I cried harder about the idea of losing jack than I did with my own father. which is slightly twisted, but look at my life and tell me when hasn’t that been the case. colm is still a great friend, and becoming convincingly too good to be true, or possibly too real for life. I admit I love the idea of moving in with him in canada, and having an adult life. but for now, I am thankful that I have someone who makes me blush, makes my heart race, and I desire him. lots!
Im grateful for netflix. V is such a good person, and I am glad to know someone like her that gives me hope that I can be just as happy. glad for prozac—I mean it. I gave up the ghost, et voila! happier than I’ve been in years. I saw a side of me a month ago that I thought I would never see again. I’m gald for snow, and I am glad for sleep…
it is a long december, but this year will be better than the last. I feel good things coming, a good moon rising, and the start of a marathon, where I know I have won. dont worry, I still have my cynical sarcastic slightly mean side. but just the same as I can appreciate ray lamontagne, bare feet, flared jeans and hempwear, I can still love clunky boots, stretchy ears, black lipstick, heavy eyeliner, corsets and spooky things. it’s just me. and I am pretty fuckin’ cool.
