I ate a sandwich yesterday. Like…opened my mouth and bit both the top and bottom pieces of the ROLL and didn’t squish all the insides out. I’m gunna celebrate by eating the other half now.
Last night I found out that it doesn’t matter how much you like the shoes, if they give you blisters and you have to stop walking in the middle of University Avenue while your boyfriend runs to the car and brings the clogs you grudgingly brought along (Court requested that “Just in Case”), perhaps you must give up the ghost and realise the only thing getting Broken in is the skin on the balls of your feet.
I set up my jewelry table yesterday and made 2 necklaces. Awesome. I keep punishing myself by not allowing myself to make jewelry or do things I want to do when I want to do them. I think it has something to do with when I was little. My room was always a mess (shocker) and whenever I asked if I could do anything other than homework, the answer was, “After you clean your room.” Only problem was, inevitably I would come across a book I hadn’t read in a while, and 3 hours later my mom would find me curled up in a ball asleep on the floor in the closet. So art projects were a huge rarity in my home and if they happened, it must have been my birthday or something. Nowadays whenever I want to sit down and make jewelry or watch an episode or 20 of Buffy, I always feel extreme guilt (which I found out watching House can be caused by a lack of B12–haha) and usually end up “trying to clean” which means Court finds me 3 hours later curled up on the floor of the closet. Some things never change.
