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fairjennet) wrote2008-01-28 09:29 pm
fairjennet) wrote2008-01-28 09:29 pm
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Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. I actually offered to stay here at my grandmother's house indefinitely. Indefinitely as in instead of going back on the road. I must have been drunk.
Okay, so I don't drink, but maybe she slipped something into my Dr. Pepper? I must have been under the influence of something to have made this offer. I certainly couldn't have been in my right mind. This is the woman, who right at this very moment, is throwing a screaming tantrum because we are out of eggs. Yes, we're out of eggs. Apparently this lack of eggs proves my stupidity once and for all. She tells me I'm a failure at least fifteen times a day. Since coming to stay here I've acquired the distressing tendency to burst into tears at the slightest provocation. I haven't drawn, written or even thought anything creative since November.
The icon, btw, is in her honor. It represents her in one of her milder moods.
But, hey, I'm alive and stuff.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stendhaliser sent me some Oscar Wilde quotes, which inspired a trip to the used bookstore to get his complete works. Now I'm all in love with the man.
I'm also reading a biography about Charles Dickens. Oh, and a book about the 100 most influential people in history. And I tried to read Madame Bovary and actually made it halfway through. I read when I'm depressed and can't get on the internet. If I get any more frustrated I'll have to get a bigger library.
I miss elves.
--edited to correct spelling--:p
Okay, so I don't drink, but maybe she slipped something into my Dr. Pepper? I must have been under the influence of something to have made this offer. I certainly couldn't have been in my right mind. This is the woman, who right at this very moment, is throwing a screaming tantrum because we are out of eggs. Yes, we're out of eggs. Apparently this lack of eggs proves my stupidity once and for all. She tells me I'm a failure at least fifteen times a day. Since coming to stay here I've acquired the distressing tendency to burst into tears at the slightest provocation. I haven't drawn, written or even thought anything creative since November.
The icon, btw, is in her honor. It represents her in one of her milder moods.
But, hey, I'm alive and stuff.
stendhaliser sent me some Oscar Wilde quotes, which inspired a trip to the used bookstore to get his complete works. Now I'm all in love with the man. I'm also reading a biography about Charles Dickens. Oh, and a book about the 100 most influential people in history. And I tried to read Madame Bovary and actually made it halfway through. I read when I'm depressed and can't get on the internet. If I get any more frustrated I'll have to get a bigger library.
I miss elves.
--edited to correct spelling--:p