home again...

Jun 11, 2005 23:09

I finally made it back home... in all of it's splendor. Why do I keep going back here? Home is where the heart is, and that has been gone for a LONG ass time. *sigh* I was awakened this morning by a pissy mother who INSISTED I come home right away. I started listing off the times when I could make it to the bus station, none of them were good ( Read more... )

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mings_kitten June 12 2005, 08:02:28 UTC
ooooo you're going to be in trouble. Please tell me you have her mobile number. If you do CALL HER....if you don't.....do you want it?

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chinashop June 12 2005, 09:37:48 UTC
Still waiting to hear back from you.

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midnightchild June 12 2005, 14:28:36 UTC
Forced? You can never be made to do something unless they are physically bending your limbs to make you move. You may not like the consequences, but you still cannot be forced to do something.

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katecrust June 12 2005, 16:40:08 UTC
I'm confused. Are you in Olympia now, or Ellensburg? It really depends on your definition of "home." I would never consider visiting my parents to be "home," despite the fact I spent a good chunk of my life there. "Home" is where YOU feel comfortable to be YOU.

My contact info is posted in a friends-only post in my Livejournal, so you know how to reach me.

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cynicalshadows June 13 2005, 00:51:35 UTC
It's okay. I stopped by after work, saw the state of your room, and figured that you'd had to go home early. It happens. Do you want me to get any contact numbers from your sheet for you? (425) 232-9828 Oh, and try to have some fun over there. RELAX!!! Jedi and I will see you when you get back. *kiss*

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