February 03, 2007

gravity

i'm jealous of people who have that perfect relationship with thier parents. I dream about talking to my mom and telling her what is truly happening in my life and then we'll laugh, say goodbye knowing that it will happen all over again tomorrow. i wish we had that.

i've tried to have the mother and daughter friendship but it never works. Tonight, for example, i was telling her about how excited i was for my new job and all she does is relate it to God. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful for God, but honestly is all our good fortune a result of his doing? I thought he gave us free-will to do what we please and that he would still be our heavenly father regardless of what our pleasure brought us? I would just rather hear, "i'm proud of you. I knew your hard work would pay off." Not, "see if you believe in God good happens."

I try talking to her about relationships. About this boy who is in love with me, and how i just see him as a friend. She replies with, "on another subject..." and continues to change the subject. She's my mom, i totally understand, but why can't we be friends too?

February 01, 2007

i am a heifer

my body is sad. I know it's sad because when i stand up my stomach makes a sad face. My pants don't fit me, along with the rest of my wardrobe. I can't believe i let myself get to this point of ugliness. I'm disgusted and hate my body.

i start my new job on monday. i'm excited, but afraid because i'm so fat. i can just see it now

co-worker #1: have you met the new girl yet?
co-worker #2: Which one?
co-worker #1: you know the fat one.
co-worker #2: oh no, not yet. she's was eating when i went to introduce myself. i'm surprised she can fit anything else in those clothes.

i need the fat door to close and the skinny door to open.