zaftigg

Friend came up to me yesterday. Said he needed to be on suicide watch. I think he assumed I would take it in and walk away from it. Umm.

Just because I'm not a clockwork orange anymore doesn't mean I don't advocate for the proper use of drugs when necessary.

I made my mom talk to me on ze phone when I got out of work at 10p and had to walk from Roosevet and State to the LaSalle Blue line stop. Yesterday a feller cursed me out when I refused to stand under his umbrella with him.

But, despite all of this, I have seen a amazing film. The Unbearable Lightness of Being is, well... amazing.

I think I'm starting to get homesick for my family. Good thing one of ye olde sisters is coming to visit in a few weeks.

Today, I go to Little India with Nathalie from the cage and we get "create... change" in henna on our bodies... and I may have my eyebrows threaded ... gettin a little early Jennifer Connelly-esque on me.

Ummmm, I think I'm ok. Just don't ask me to slow down or stop, right?

But I'm stuipidly in love with someone I should have given up a long time ago. I'll suffer for the idiocy soon enough, I'm sure.

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