Oh god I could die. Can’t make a move in here without walking into a parent. I’m not reacting well to this at all. If I want to make a private phone call I have to hide in the bathroom and speak softly. In lieu I'm communicating left and right through email and I don't think I'm getting myself across very well at all--email being a much lesser form of communication. Oh god. Whatever, oh god. i can't put a single thought together. frustrated as all fuck--what is wrong with me??? i need to calm down. i've been reeling since i got home last night and it's no better now. no part of me feels like myself right now.
Posted by caroline at July 30, 2006 12:22 PMI feel your pain, omg do I understand. Try moving back home! Bwah!!!
Posted by: Steph at July 30, 2006 11:57 PMJust remember: it's YOUR space THEY'RE invading!
Posted by: Edmorus at July 31, 2006 4:55 AMthey're not invading it. they're guests. plus they bought me more food than my fridge has seen to date.
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on that note: a couple of days left.
Posted by: caroline at July 31, 2006 8:24 AMsteph, i don't think i could physically do that. ohhhhhh no.
Posted by: caroline at July 31, 2006 9:09 AMAhh, Slavic parents and their food obsession... When I went to visit Mel last year, her mom gave me a suitcase full of frozen chicken to take with me. That's 16 kilos of frozen chicken (with some bagels thrown in for good measure).
Posted by: Edmorus at July 31, 2006 12:33 PMTo cheer you up:
http://marriedtothesea.com/
Ed,
well: right on time!
ohhhh tiny harlot.
Posted by: caroline at August 1, 2006 10:48 AM