OK, You Guys are Bullies!!
This blog is turning into a career with you guys! Somer Addicts is what you are! I suggest you attend a few Somer Addicts Annonymous meetings when you start to feel withdrawal.
I was sick for most of last week (which would explain my absence). I feel much better now. I don’t know if I have any real news though. hmmm……lemme think……
Brandon is in basic training for the Air Force. After that he goes to tech school in Montana which is good news because that means he’ll be close to me! I am very proud of him.
I’ve decided not to be mad at my mom anymore. Never mind why I was mad at her, it’s over now (and by the way, I DID NOT overreact! I was caught off guard and bullied in an inebriated state). The truth is, I love my mom and I miss the closeness we once had. We’re still pretty close, but we live such different lives it’s hard to really connect sometimes. She’s a pretty cool gal. I’ve grown up watching her and seeing her make certain decisions about her life. My mom is a person who follows her heart, unfortunately, on occasion, her heart has proven to be slightly retarded. But look where she is now. She’s living a very comfortable life and no longer has to worry about the things that once bothered her. YAY MOM!
Jessie is tired of me being ugly all the time so he is forcing me to go to the optometrist to get contact lenses. I kept telling him that I enjoy wearing these huge glasses all the time, but he told me that he can’t stand to look at me anymore and he’s tired of being married to an ugly wench like me. NOTE: If anybody believes that the preceding paragraph had any truth in it besides the fact that I am going to the optometrist for contact lenses, then said people must proceed to slap themselves in the face repeatedly until the stupid comes out of their head.
It would be nice to see a couple of my favorite Somer Addicts sometime. I’ve been here a year and haven’t made one new friend. I’m stuck in this apartment for weeks at a time without ever going outside. I think it might be anxiety that does that, but I’m also starting to feel a little lonely. I’ll think of something, but I miss you guys.
I’ve gotten more phobic since we moved out here. Jessie is starting to notice it. I get panicky with the thought of people looking at me. I think I might have once had a little self-esteem, but it is now completely gone. I look in the mirror now and see things that nightmares are made of. Huge pop bottle glasses, crooked jagged teeth gnashing in preparation to eat a small child, Medusa-like hair, and about four hundred chins. How does one go about feeling good again? Nevermind. I’ll figure it out. What I lack in the beauty queen department, I compensate with a wonderfully psychotic imagination.
