How dare she
call me after she hasn't talked to me in a year, when the last thing she did was insult me? Who does she think she is
, that she can waltz in and out of peoples' lives like the fucking breeze
? She left a message on my answering machine
leaving her phone number in Chicago (THAT BITCH, THAT'S WHERE I
WANT TO LIVE, I don't care how big it is, it ain't big enough for the both of us, sister
) and her old cell phone number from Michigan. I will NOT call her.
Five things I am thankful for today
1. I am thankful that I am not so rash as to call Lee right now and just swear at her and hang up.
2. I got play-doh
for St. Nick's day.
is not making me nauseous.
4. Post-It notes
, how I love them...
5. I am thankful for Witchiepoo
Updated Lee Stories
and Paxil Diary
. I'm hoping that the Paxil diary will be helpful to others as a basic idea of what the process is like. Plus, I'm sure it will be helpful to me if I see an entry like: Day 31 - took out all of the silverware and spit polished them, then arranged them into a mosaic on the kitchen floor. Feels Great to be alive! Time to comb each individual hair on the cat.
Also - plowing slowly but surely through Catch-22
by James Heller. Can't seem to get engrossed in the book, but I've been told by lots of respectable
people that it's a worthy read.