Fake Therapy

My mom perked right up after we started playing fake therapy on the phone. We were making up people and their stories and then deciding how we would deal with them. We even have an assignment before we meet tomorrow: she gets a man that has been cheated on by his wife, and I get a man who cheated on his wife. Fairly successful, middle-aged white men. And she said we have to have it solved by tomorrow; I don't think that's going to happen. It's complicated!

damn it!

Where is my special friend?! I miss him! I lost at pool tonight. I played okay, but the 5 I played was way better than me.

Genealogy

My mom just told me that I'm a relative of FDR. Cool!

Impatient

Let's go let's go let's go let's go let's go!!!! I don't like sitting around waiting!!

Dirty Bastard

Have you ever played the 'is my hair too dirty to go out?' game? ... No, me either. Of course not. Gross.

Anxiety

My anxiety level seems to have been rising lately. I'm not exactly sure why, although I have some ideas, I suppose. I should probably work on bring my anxiety back down. Maybe I Should start doing yoga again.

dinner. blagh.

It's a damn shame when all you can think after eating a particular meal is, 'what a waste of calories.'