psychicgoldfish

My main thanksgiving goals were not fucking my ex-boyfriend and not alienating my newish-like family members who, for some reason- probably local tradition, refuse to pronounce the letter "t". I also have to do about 200 lbs of laundry.

I determined that the best way to get around the whole hating to do laundry thing was to just own a whole lot of clothes (I get clothing at about 25 cents a peice, most of the time) Every now and again, that backfires and I just have twice my weight in clothing crumpled on my floor and smelling slightly musty... It'll be good to have this done, cause damn, I hate laundry...

I am not really angry with my ex anymore. I used to be really pissed. It was a tumultuous experience. We broke up so many times and messed with each other's heads so much. But I have had 6 months to work it out, and beneath all of the anger and the weird sexual tension, it's just a story of my first love. It was good at one point, then it wasn't good anymore. But I am going to stop being bitter about it. I saw him, I went over, made small talk with his mom, handed him an operating system disk, and walked out. He was exactly as I had left him, dingy red bathrobe and all. The thing that had changed was me.

OK, back to the laundry.