Life in Pink
girl, I am so glad you truly enjoyed yourself- you deserve it! must be your day, not mine (and really, I'm not mad you got all the hump day luck) because now:
the sky is grey and rainy
my jeans have stretched out
I have poked office crush two days in a row (as I walk past him in the hall) and still don't have the balls to tell him about my party this weekend
Konstantin sent me yet another email on his mass I'm-sad-free-the-animals-forward-this list
I have ruined our brother's life
I am eating a parfait in misery
eh, maybe not misery- but you know how it goes. we all get too bogged down in the details- which sort of makes sense, if you think about it: what is life, if not the details? what is a book without adjectives? what is a cake without frosting? sometimes, you can make a great cake and still really screw up the frosting recipe. and then you can't eat it, all you're thinking about is the disgusting pink mess that is the outside. what I'm getting at is, sometimes life is a disgusting pink mess... but if you scrape it off you might find something fabulous lurking underneath.
that said, you are perfectly sane simultaneously loving and hating life, since that's pretty much how it's always been with me. except when I just hate it. kidding! and if you think what you really need, and what you really want is to spend a year away from me (sniff, sniff) then- go for it. I'm not gonna lie and say anything's possible- cause it's not (I found that out the hard way when I couldn't take the unpaid internship in the city a couple years ago.. and yet, here I am anyways) BUT if it is economically feasible, I know you're up for it.
though I'll cry like hell at the airport.
xoxoxoxoBon
posted by sissie @ 5:09 PM
1 Comments:
Tell him! Tell office crush. As Ommi would say (and Mom, in a really bad yenta voice), what does it cost? It's not like you're telling him you want his body or something. Do it! Then you won't regret it all weekend and whine about it to Krista till she tells you to get a grip. ;D Just kidding, I'm sure you wouldn't do that...right?
God, ruined frosting is the worst...But that's kind of the perfect metaphor for my life right now, I think. And maybe when I scrape away all the crap, I'll end up with something of more substance...Think so?
I promise you will come visit me when I'm abroad! And you know, it is economically feasible now that I have the Ommi money. I think she would be really happy to have me spend it on living and studying with la famille for a year. She really did love that trip.
xxxAnnie
ps when I read your title I immediately thought of this wacky French movie about a wannabe-transgendered little boy and his family's misadventures...It was called "Ma Vie en Rose" and we should watch it sometime because it's rather funny in a French, ambiguous sexuality way.
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