(Update: if you really loved me you'd buy me something from HERE.)
Land ho! The good ship Lesliekins coming to port after navigating the strenous Sea of Goodwill!
Went to the Goodwill with my awesome neighbor lady.....we biked in the crispy coldness. We proceed to rummage through the racks and piles of weird shit. I found some of the most awesome stuff i have ever found at goodwill! I got some old man pants (which usually never fit me due to my vuluptous hips and thighs but these obviously did), a button up shirt, a sexpot-ish short sparkly blue dress (that perfectly matches a furry blue sparkly scarf i already owned), and some cool black glass goblets. I know i shouldn't have spent the money, but i wanted to get out of the house, and one thing led to another! I did buy one really weird dress made out of awesome fabric that i am going to make a couple of purses out of as presents for friends. My original mission was just to look for gifty stuff, but i got sidetracked. I almost bought like 6 glasses instead of two, but i am coming to terms with the fact i am addicted to glassware. We alredy have way too many mugs and cups. I am silly. After goodwill i got all antisocial, i could have hung out longer but i just wanted to go home. I like my awesome neighbor lady but i just want quiet Leslie time right now.
Why is it so hard to say no to thrift store stuff? I swear it is the hardest thing ever.
Mmmm.....i am going to have some pasta in a moment. I love all things pasta.
Tomorrow night Greg and i will probably go to my parents house. I hope we play more scrabble, so i can determine whether my Thanksgiving wins were from sheer talent or merely the fact that i was the only one not trashed on tryptophan. My parents are great.....my mom said she will help me pay for counseling but right now she is also helping me look into whether there are any free counseling places around here. I am feeling a bit better....so i am getting stuff done. I still feel really bad especially during certain times of the day (like between 3pm-5pm i always feel like death, which is weird) and doing certain activities (washing dishes takes all the meaning out of life for me, and i don't know why). I usually have such a hard time talking about this stuff, it has been really nice to clarify some of what i was thinking and feeling on here. I have never candidly talked about depression to my parents unitl now. Just because i didn't want them to ship me off to another wilderness counseling trek type thing, but since i''m no longer a minor such misguided types of caring are no longer (fortunately) a possibility. I think my relationship with my mom is getting so much more open now that i don't see her as much. Is that weird?
Anyway, goodnight all.......
-Leslie
Land ho! The good ship Lesliekins coming to port after navigating the strenous Sea of Goodwill!
Went to the Goodwill with my awesome neighbor lady.....we biked in the crispy coldness. We proceed to rummage through the racks and piles of weird shit. I found some of the most awesome stuff i have ever found at goodwill! I got some old man pants (which usually never fit me due to my vuluptous hips and thighs but these obviously did), a button up shirt, a sexpot-ish short sparkly blue dress (that perfectly matches a furry blue sparkly scarf i already owned), and some cool black glass goblets. I know i shouldn't have spent the money, but i wanted to get out of the house, and one thing led to another! I did buy one really weird dress made out of awesome fabric that i am going to make a couple of purses out of as presents for friends. My original mission was just to look for gifty stuff, but i got sidetracked. I almost bought like 6 glasses instead of two, but i am coming to terms with the fact i am addicted to glassware. We alredy have way too many mugs and cups. I am silly. After goodwill i got all antisocial, i could have hung out longer but i just wanted to go home. I like my awesome neighbor lady but i just want quiet Leslie time right now.
Why is it so hard to say no to thrift store stuff? I swear it is the hardest thing ever.
Mmmm.....i am going to have some pasta in a moment. I love all things pasta.
Tomorrow night Greg and i will probably go to my parents house. I hope we play more scrabble, so i can determine whether my Thanksgiving wins were from sheer talent or merely the fact that i was the only one not trashed on tryptophan. My parents are great.....my mom said she will help me pay for counseling but right now she is also helping me look into whether there are any free counseling places around here. I am feeling a bit better....so i am getting stuff done. I still feel really bad especially during certain times of the day (like between 3pm-5pm i always feel like death, which is weird) and doing certain activities (washing dishes takes all the meaning out of life for me, and i don't know why). I usually have such a hard time talking about this stuff, it has been really nice to clarify some of what i was thinking and feeling on here. I have never candidly talked about depression to my parents unitl now. Just because i didn't want them to ship me off to another wilderness counseling trek type thing, but since i''m no longer a minor such misguided types of caring are no longer (fortunately) a possibility. I think my relationship with my mom is getting so much more open now that i don't see her as much. Is that weird?
Anyway, goodnight all.......
-Leslie
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deviance191x:
yeess it's over black ~.o
fallacy:
THANK YOU FOR THE COUNT SONG!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS SO THOUGHTFUL