Is it wrong to try to extend a peace offering? I'm not even the person in the wrong here. So why am I asking for forgiveness? Maybe it's because I want my underwear back--I spend a lot of money on those, and while I'm not exactly starving over here, it's the principle of the matter. Maybe I still hope I was wrong. No wait, there's no maybe there. I really do hope I was wrong. I doubt I was. Maybe I just need a friend. I think you shouldn't make people hate you in a city other than the one in which you live. Especially if you're moving somewhere soon. It messes up my energy and if I move to Pensacola with negative energy greeting me and Eleanor, I really don't stand a chance. I just want peace. That's it.
In other novelties, I remember a Saved By the Bell episode where Zack, my first and only love, declared world peace had broken out. I don't think I believed him even when I was six, but because he's the only blonde man I could fall for, I guess love is both blind and deaf.
I've been physically ill for the last two weeks. I'm sorry if that's unpleasant for you but it's unpleasant for me too.
I've been addicted to tumblr. It's just so damn easy.
I have to wait four more days to hear about a possible job in my new home. Wait--would it be a home? Weird. I think I throw that word around a lot.
Today in Pilates class I thought about how funny it would be if I ended up ditching my grad school plans and became a Pilates instructor. Oh no, not funny. Fucking insane is the better description.
My parents were watching Forty Days and Forty Nights tonight. Multiply that by twelve and I believe you have my life.
My hair has been doing amazing things lately.
I would kiss someone for fried green tomatoes or La Nopalera right now.
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