Rereading my blog posts decades after I've written them really makes me feel good about myself, you guys. How come no one ever tells me - to my actual, glorious face - that I am a legitimately funny - nay, HILARIOUS - person? Aren't you sitting on your bed at some time past 2:00 AM like I am, with a cuticle that is somehow detaching itself from your nail, also laughing along to the words that my younger mind was smart enough to have once produced? Let me tell ya, you couldn't pay me enough to make jokes like I used to. Just like the opposite of wine, I get worse with age.
Anyway, so what's been crackin' in this egg that is my life? I arrived from Jordan about a week ago to an empty room. Alia's living in Dubai now with her husband, so I pass my time alternating between episodes of The Office and shouting, "I waaant Aliaaaaaaaa," to the unresponsive skies. By the way, how rude is that? You think knowing someone (aka your sister) for literally your entire life would mean something to them! Be warned - she will get married (to a very nice guy that I like, I will admit), and she will rip your heart out, and she will pour salt into the wound that she's left in your chest, and she'll laugh like a psychopath, and she'll pack her bags, and she'll move out. But whatcha gonna do besides love her anyway. :3
And miss her a lot. :(((((
And miss her a lot. :(((((
What else, what else..... I've realized that I am one with The Children. This became known to me during my trip overseas, when I somehow got along with all the babies and kids I came across, either on the plane or at family get-togethers, which has -believe it or not - never happened before. And I am talking about some heavy duty stuff, y'all. Take my mom's cousin's baby, Haroun. This critter is a bona fide cry-baby, and he is proud of it. But when I started to play and clap with him, the little dude started jumping up and down and laughing. His mama said his heart was going crazy, he was so excited. Call me The Baby Whisperer, I won't mind. :*
I've seen mention of the *~auburn-haired beauty-of-a-man~* on here a couple of times, so let me update you all (aka just me) on that: LOL. LOLOLOLOLOL. On the record, I don't need no man in my life! In fact, stop calling me a woMAN. Just call me a WO! Off the record, WHY DOESN'T HE LOVE MEEEEEEEEEEEE *tears open shirt* *shatters window* *runs into the forest, screaming* *finds herself in a cave the next morning with no recollection of how she got there*
