Moral Orel
There will be three to four occasions in my life where I say that it is fucking cold. Let this be the first; it is fucking cold here in Moscow. This fact is compunded by the lack of decent insulation in this house, which is fine for the most part, except that my room is cold enough to store ice cream. I still love this place, and it's only been
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But it really, truly, is fucking cold.
It's far too early for this shit to be happening.
Hmmm, I just realized that applied for the cold as well as how I feel about growing up.
So yeah, I was having a conversation w/ Chealsea, and she was like, "Yeah, a decade ago my favorite song was Hit Me Baby, One More Time." WTF is that? 10 years??? I'm still refusing to let that sink in. I think I'm more afraid that technically I'm a senior and my "little sis" who I've known since she was born is now in college. It makes my head spin.
But I think you have just the right idea about the in between. I still wanna live like a child, just not be childish.
Hmmm, you seem to have struck a chord. (or is it cord?) Or maybe it's just that it's fucking cold. I tend to rant more then.
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Seriously though, this past week has been hell and thank at least seven different gods that is is over.
Anyway, thank god it's less cold now. I was very tempted to call it warm the other day, despite it being barely 20º.
I was never a fan of Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera or whoever the hell else was popular in the 90's. Weird Al and I, we've shared a realtionship since I was five.
I was feeling much better about my age earlier, but now I feel like I'm just a drunk version of my 12-year-old self. Fsck.
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