only we will know

tonight i was driving myself home and singing (sans music) at the top of my lungs to a song from funny girl. i decided at the finale that it's time i put myself back on the market. and by" put myself back on the market" i mean never sing a barbara streisand song ever again.

the other day we had a chipmunk sneak into our house. we lost track of it until i spotted it on the inside of our open window. naturally i found a big cardboard box and told my dad to slowly shut the window, trapping it in the box. chas had other plans and pushed me aside. as he lowered the window the lil dude freaked out and tried to get to freedom. i didn't think chas was still so sharp with his motor skills, but our little friend was accidentally beheaded. i saw it all and let me tell you something. that was the first and last execution i ever want to see. chas was pretty down about it. "i didn't mean to kill him. he was an adolescent". he never laughed. i've worked my way to a chuckle here and there, but it will forever haunt me. i will never open that window again.

you know how i always joke about a rich older man saving me from all my problems? well, the opportunity presented itself last week and i cracked under pressure. cracked doesn't even describe it. i was sweaty, awkward, uncomfortable and full of self doubt. sure, it sounds like me at the Y, but this was in regular clothes. i've learned my lesson though. if anyone offers to buy me things or pay of my student loan ever again i will quit my job and tell my family sorry. so many regrets. so many loans. jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk, but not really at all.

i had a phone interview today. wahoo. i was sweaty, awkward, uncomfortable and full of self doubt. i'll let you know if i get the job!

im sitting in my underwear wondering who the next person will be to sit on this couch. they will have no idea 1/2 my butt touched it. but you will. and so will i.