Delaney is coming tomorrow. We have an excuse to play with dolls.
There was a toilet spider and Rikki tried to kill it for me but it was gone but it’s okay because Mark is at work and there is a toilet there.
I just started crying because I thought about how much I love my baby sister and how much she means to me and how I would never ever ever want to hurt her or make her sad. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow and hug her and buy/ eat way too many girl scout cookies.
A year ago I was living in a fancy downtown condo with a pool on the roof and a gym downstairs. I was also living with a man I loved who loved making me feel worthless.
I hated everything, especially the hopeless direction my life was heading in. So I fucked up pretty badly and made an unsuccessful attempt to kill myself. It was less like hitting the reset button on an old super nintendo and more like when you just shut off your game in animal crossing on accident and have to deal with ressetti. Also your job, your home, and your boyfriend are gone. And you go home and live with your Dad and have to work at Wal mart andyour ex still uses you for sex and exploits you emotionally. Everything is kind of more sad and fucked up than ever but you’re not allowed to try killing yourself again. Somehow through all this shit, new options open up to you. Like living with your best friend. Living in a city that really kind of sucks, but you grow to like it a little. You meet new friends and start doing photography again. You take pictures of a cute comedian because a friend told you to and that comedian thinks you’re pretty cute and cool and already hates that guy who hurt you. And all his friends are cool and like you. Some are even in cool punk bands you like a lot. And everyone is nice and supportive and fun. Oh, and remember how you always thought it would be kind of cool to be a bartender? Turns out it’s alright.
Today I live in a neon yellow house with my two best friends and one working toilet. I also have a wonderful boy in my life who makes everything so great bitching about anything else is completely pointless.
I really want to ask people what fucking planet they live on. Like, what gives them the right to make up alternate realities then expect everyone else to reciprocate and play along? How in the fuck can someone be so detached from the real world?
Boyfriend’s best friend’s mom is buying a bunch of 20-somethings all they can eat sushi for her son’s birthday.
I just got offered a freelance photography job for a local magazine by a cool lobbyist who comes into my bar