Frustrated Calvin
Right about now, I remember the little picture of my frustrated Calvin. I stole that pic off JC. And Qert stole it off me.
Right about this point, I wanted to pull all my hair out. And it's strange. Because I love the way my hair is growing long. Eve for one, would have been pleased. She has always offered me a one-stop solution to having long thick hair, a scrunchy.
I had a great morning, don't get me wrong. For 2 consecutive days, I had someone to wake up with. Someone to wake up to. And followed by text of "won't be in today".
And followed by stops of The Ego at my desk. Peering over my shoulder as I received Skype messages from colleagues. And then received one from guess who, himself!
Frustration was when Glamour Sally exclaimed in crowded Shoppe during lunchtime going, "Oh, Shine! I am so happy for you, CONGRATULATIONS!"
Within an instant, 3 other girls crowded over me.
Excuse me. Please back away. The fat woman is coming through. And no, I am not pregnant.
If you spent your weekend and your weekdays with the girls, namely Charlotte, Samantha, Carrie and Miranda, you know it's a very sensitive thing.
And I would have expected those 2 mothers to behave themselves. I was wrong. And then realised how glad I am that I have my mom. And I know, I'm going to make a great one, sometime, maybe. But what I first need to be, is an amazing daughter.
And like Florences' mom keep telling herself, with all the wimps and tantrums that Florence throws, "it's worth it". It would be a chant for me. To keep making me believe it's worth it.
I don't remember besides being on her lap that night, when else I saw her. It's the choices I make and the priorities I place. Which is why I was in front of the tv last night with Grissom. Which is why I was on the floor of the living room last night, with Robert and Sophie. And probably why I didn't see my mom...
A few other things made me want to pull my hair out this evening, and JC pulled a cat on me as I expected. And I know I said it, weren't they meant for kills.... This, has only 8 lives left, and counting...
Right about this point, I wanted to pull all my hair out. And it's strange. Because I love the way my hair is growing long. Eve for one, would have been pleased. She has always offered me a one-stop solution to having long thick hair, a scrunchy.
I had a great morning, don't get me wrong. For 2 consecutive days, I had someone to wake up with. Someone to wake up to. And followed by text of "won't be in today".
And followed by stops of The Ego at my desk. Peering over my shoulder as I received Skype messages from colleagues. And then received one from guess who, himself!
Frustration was when Glamour Sally exclaimed in crowded Shoppe during lunchtime going, "Oh, Shine! I am so happy for you, CONGRATULATIONS!"
Within an instant, 3 other girls crowded over me.
Excuse me. Please back away. The fat woman is coming through. And no, I am not pregnant.
If you spent your weekend and your weekdays with the girls, namely Charlotte, Samantha, Carrie and Miranda, you know it's a very sensitive thing.
And I would have expected those 2 mothers to behave themselves. I was wrong. And then realised how glad I am that I have my mom. And I know, I'm going to make a great one, sometime, maybe. But what I first need to be, is an amazing daughter.
And like Florences' mom keep telling herself, with all the wimps and tantrums that Florence throws, "it's worth it". It would be a chant for me. To keep making me believe it's worth it.
I don't remember besides being on her lap that night, when else I saw her. It's the choices I make and the priorities I place. Which is why I was in front of the tv last night with Grissom. Which is why I was on the floor of the living room last night, with Robert and Sophie. And probably why I didn't see my mom...
A few other things made me want to pull my hair out this evening, and JC pulled a cat on me as I expected. And I know I said it, weren't they meant for kills.... This, has only 8 lives left, and counting...
posted by Shine at 7/13/2006 07:31:00 PM
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