She is staying with us. I’m going to talk about this. I like her, I really do. I’m just a bit sick of constantly sharing my stuff. My MP3 player, for example. She doesn’t even ask anymore. That’s a tad annoying. My make-up, as well. What really takes the cake, though, is my toothbrush. She uses my toothbrush. This is not okay. She needs to find somewhere to go, or we need to set boundaries. Just… something. Unfortunately, that won’t happen because Mom bluntly refuses to back me up on anything. She’s getting married, again. We’ll see how long that lasts. They’re already fighting over something trivial.

Uhm, what?

This is the context of a recent conversation I had with my mom.

Me: "Hey Mom, can you hand me a bowl?"

Mom: "Which do you want?"

Me: "The circular one, please."

Silence for two seconds.

Me: On the floor, laughing.

Mom: "All the bowls are round."

Image found on Google.

I love nature.

I love when nature gets close enough for you to almost touch it. This cute little guy, or girl, sat in a tree not five feet above me. He was just sitting there munching on his leaves. It was so adorable.

Do you like nature up-close-and-personal, or would you prefer to only see it through your living room window?

Hello, darlings.

Wow, it's been almost a whole year since I've updated. Actually, it's been almost a whole year since I was even on this site. I really missed it. I love blogging. It's a good release, and it's fun.

I just wanted to stop in and tell you that I'm coming back. I will start updating at least twice a week, and I'll have pictures for every post. Sometimes, they will be something as insignificant as a point-and-shoot picture of a flower or trees. Also, I will be updating my profile sometime this week. Improving it, if you will.

Happy belated Thanksgiving!

Until the next post,

Jennifer

Currently So Wrong It's Right see related

I can't find my purple nail polish. I really don't want to have to buy some more. I need to go fill my prescription for this stupid sinus infection, buy some more Tylenol, and take a shower. At the moment I'm only able to do one and that's the shower. I just hate doing it while the rest of the world's asleep. I'm paranoid that I'll be in the shower and completely oblivious to the world and someone will break in and slaughter my family leaving me to call 9-1-1. It's pretty fucked up that the only part of that scenario that really freaks me out is the calling 9-1-1 part. Sigh.

My stomach is growling and we're out of food that I can eat. Well, except for green beans and sweet peas. No thanks. We have stuff like Mac N' Cheese but I'm not allowed any dairy for seven days. So... what the hell am I supposed to eat? I guess it's chicken and barbeque hot pockets for that week. Oh and the mountain of left over turkey.

Robert's at Grandma's until Sunday afternoon. That's a good thing. I needed a break. He's weird. Your little brother isn't supposed to be clingy and follow you around. I'm pretty sure he only does it to annoy me but still.

I need food. My stomach's starting to hurt worse than it already did.

My depression's setting in again. I'm not enjoying stuff anymore. I'm clinging to my music just to keep from losing interest. My posts on Twitter are slowing too. I talked to Leona today for a total of five minutes, it's been over a week since I last spoke to Crystal, I texted Lane for a few minutes, and Eden off and on with Twitter. This is ridiculous. Just when I think I'm better and I'm back to my old cheery self, something in my head hits reverse. Maybe I do have it out for myself. Sigh. Whatever.

I'm hunting for food. Later.