nrg

so, life's a game, and everyone else got the rules to monopoly, while I got the ones to parcheesi, and therefore nothing I do seems to (a) be right and (b) make sense.

I don't understand why I consistently make things difficult for myself.

Please sweet jesus someone call me about a full time job. I don't want to move.

What I'd like to do is crawl into the bottom of the other bottle of pinot I have, but since I have a sleepover guest it wouldn't be very seemly.

(Plus it would probably freak the shit out of him.)

(People are fine as long as no one gets involved with others' real problems.)

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I'm having a hard time right now.

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But I'm sure I'll get over it. Right?