22 years equals my demise

let me tell you a little story. a story about the girl who was turning 22, and got bronchitis all at the same time. saturday started off with a bang when i woke up at 3 am crying because i couldn't breathe and my body felt like it was on pins and needles. at about 5:45 the same morning i ventured off to the local grocery and bought a thermometer. when i got to the car it was 99.8 and about five minutes later, the time it took me to drive home, it was an cool even 100 degrees F.

jump to saturday of the following week, i'm still on antibiotics and mucinex, i feel like i have a bruised lung and sound like a man...

(sigh)

instant well-wishers

internet has been splotchy at best. clearly i am back from Canada, both books were superb. well... Under the Tuscan Sun was superb, the other Pretty is What Changes is a bit melodramatic with the flare of overdramaticism (not sure that's a word). it's about a spoiled rich girl who grew up to a harsh reality that the world isn't laced with cupcakes and sunshine all day every day. the realism of big cities and life without money means you don't do much to preserve what you have. i don't think she really gets that and hides behind the crutch of bodily sickness that is scaring the shit out of her through her mother... whom she resents since she 'never felt pretty enough her whole life'. long story short, she made the correct decision given her predetermined life of genetics and made her way past it. i'm glad that i was able to have some respect for her in the end, otherwise it would have been a complete disaster of about 200 printed pages. (opinionated huh?)

i kept a journal of when i was in Ontario and took gobs of pictures. my favorite is the sign of the dog swimming in water. that's their way of saying it's the animal friendly beach as opposed to the human friendly only beaches. oh! and all of the signs are split in French. that of course being the main reason if i ever wanted to move to Canada.

homes without appliances are sketchy at best. i guess it keeps you from eating since there is nothing the keep cold and nowhere to cook the invisible cold food on. but on the other hand, we do have the dishwasher... i could definitely wash the dishes of all the invisible food residue, that is when it stops leaking.

i'm out of touch today, i forgot my phone at a friends house. goodbye for the day!