I don’t have one. Well except for this.
I was nearly crying again today over the dishwasher when Julia, drunk, asked me what would make me happy.
I told her I would be happy the day I was able to accept that I am never going to be happy: That happiness is just not mine.
OH and for you:
Don’t tell him about the marriage dream.
And don’t mess it up with the nice one to go back to your old comforts uncomfortable of a prick. You will wail BUT WHY? BUT WHY? My body floats over the ocean like the Xi Quong crazy lady.
I thought about that while I cooked dinner.
baby, was it an advice to me? cause if it was, I didn’t get any of it.
Comment by valeria — January 17, 2010 @ 23:22
the marriage dream is about you
Comment by emma — January 18, 2010 @ 08:58