ONCE UPON A TIME...
... i had a job and made money... real life money that i could spend on anything i wanted... and my bank account had more than $17 in it... much much more
... i lived in boston... in an ugly house/apartment... with roommates and utility bills and crazy upstairs neighbors
... i walked and danced and skipped and frolicked... without pain
... had a dream of moving to LA... okay i still have a dream of moving to LA... it's just taking so dang long to get here
... i could eat indian food anytime i wanted... i just called and they delivered... mmm samosas and tikka misala
... i didn't feel the need to complain as much as i am now. life is slow. there's only so many movies you can watch, so many books you can read, so many scarves you can crochet before life starts looking as bland as a bowl of cream of wheat.
i'm gonna go be grumpy somewhere else now.
14 years ago
1 comments:
But people with jobs and money don't have time to send the sweetest, most thoughtful birthday wishings! XOXO.
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