| I'm moving to Philadelphia on Friday. I just had what will probably be my last meal at Buddha's Delight. Oh Boston, how I will miss you making me fat. My mom wrote me this letter about being sad her baby geel was moving far away. And I was like, "mom it's something like a 7 hour drive," and then launched into this speech about how I needed to grow the fuck up. It was inspiring. She wrote back and it said "right on sister." My mom is so weird. My back really hurts. I drank half a gallon of iced tea tonight and I wish I hadn't, because I have to pee about every three minutes. I should have my prostate examined. Or massaged. Maybe Maro can help me. I am going to watch Amelie and hope it helps me fall asleep. Oh wait, I should be boycotting that movie right? Dammit. I guess I'll just have some Freedom vanilla ice cream, put my hair in a freedom braid, and practice freedom kissing my pictures of Justin Timberlake. |
