Fly on a wall

Sometimes I feel like a fly on a wall...when eavesdropping and pretending to ignore right-wing chit chat based on the lies of Fox News. *sigh*

I've been here before....not the fly on the wall part. This moment in which I am overanalyzing everything. Oh crap, my solitude has be interuppted. Poop.

I love these rare moments in which everything in the world seems to be just right. *sigh*

Sehr gut

Life is good right now. So good in fact...that the best it's ever been? Perhaps. Perhaps. Here I am sitting, cozy and in good company. My favorite buddy and me. Or white laptops and our self-help books and tea and endless tubes of chapstick. I miss my parents but know they're home waiting for me to visit again. My niece and nephew loved their little presents, inexpensive as they were. Laska still loves me too. I met a boy. A smart, nerdy but cool english teacher. Who would've thought. I've made amends as of late. Now if I could just find the perfect black pullover hoodie...life would be positively perfect.