You know, to be honest I just don't know about this whole thing. Every time I think I've got a firm grasp I look down only to find that my metaphorical hand has got some metaphorical blisters. What does this mean? When I know, I'll tell you.
No, I'm not posting to lj again - go read my blog.

Here: http://otiosity-ladyleisure.blogspot.com/ is the link to my Blog.


Listen to The Beatles.

Ugh...wine and whiskey!

It's so much harder to be the bigger person in real life.

I'm having trouble not escaping to the sweet relief of sleep all the time. Esp when there's so much homework to do.

Forgiveness is giving up all hope of a better past.

Whoa, the world!

I feel so lucky!

I've been feeling about 90% these last few weeks. This is good because I was running at about 75 and below in the months previous. I've noticed that people seem to relate and respond to me more when I'm at 90. I guess this makes sense because no one likes a stick in the mud.

However...

I'm not the skinniest I've ever been anymore. I think my happiness is proportional to my weight. The happier I am, the more I eat. Makes sense really....

My family is completely insane. Sometimes when we're driving together, I wonder if any of us is remotely qualified to be operating a motor vehicle (surprisingly, I'm not even referring to our ridiculous driving skills). I don't know if we're a product of environment, circumstance, or heredity but the fact remains that all 4 of us (excluding my brother, who seems to have it together) are all paranoid, anxiety-ridden individuals who simply have no idea what "normal" is which in turn, causes more anxiety and paranoia. Sometimes after a prolonged visit with them, I go to the internet and look up therapists in Savannah for myself (yes, seriously) because I feel like at any moment I'm going to lose it. It has nothing to do with anger or frustration; I just feel like I'm barely hanging on to the threads of sanity that everyone else has lost.

On a lighter note, I'm the skinniest I've ever been. Get it, Lighter?