If someone ever tells you can always go home, just say no. The anti-drug movement can't hog the phrase. Just. Say. No. I'm not talking for a couple of days, that's doable. But a week, nay-nay. Is it Thanksgiving yetttt???
This makes me and/or my family sound horrible...but it's just that family dynamic that always comes out. I'm sure it happens to almost all of us. I'm an independent, freedom-loving, strong-willed girlie, and I don't like being smooshed into a box of any sort. I love 'em to death, but I'm reaching my limit, guys.
Yes, we're talking about the state of crabbiness tonight. Because that's what I am. Crabby. C-R-A-B-B-Y. (and redundant seems applicable as well) To be fair to myself, I'm still recovering from surgery, not smoking, wrapping up assignments for classes (will that hell ever end???), and have a few other things going on.
There is a bright side -- I found a picture of a crab (see above) that seems befitting of my present state. He seems a little lost or confused perhaps, but in a comical way. Anywhoo, I'm sure he could pinch the hell out of you if he felt the need. Maybe that's what I need...yesssss....some pinchers!!! That will make everything better.
ps - no pain medicine was involved in this entry. sometimes being weird is good for the soul =)
