My artistic life and ability is questionable.
My mother is having excessive nosebleeds in parking lots.
My step-father is having heart murmurs.
My ex-step father is smoking up with his 17 year old son.
My father is suing my mother.
My little brother totaled his car by running into the back of the District Attorney- who has not "ruled out a neck injury."
I have lost interest in sex.
I cried myself to sleep last night after eating half a loaf of cheese, crackers and a bowl of chocolate ice cream for dinner (at 12:05 so it technically counts as today.)
My older brother is seriously threatening suicide over his most recent breakup with his "wife/girlfriend."
My boyfriend is jobless but more importantly career-less.
My eyeliner application on the subway was a smashing success.
Today, I am simply unprepared, under-rehearsed, unreliable and out of my league.
Here's to tomorrow.
You sneaky thing. Worry not. It's just so hard when you have so many balls in the air and they're all raining on your head at once. Love to you, girl.
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