Those who live in glass houses...

...should keep their mouths shut. But I've never been one to do that, so let's move on! And for an added emphasis, tonight's special feature is the indented quotation.

I should not be the one to say this, but you know what? I'm sick of
your excuses! If you're so terrible at getting stuff done on
time, then you are kind of in the wrong profession! And that's not even an
excuse! Why is it never okay for anyone else to take time doing
something but you can have as much time as you need? What the heck is
that about? Just make a decision and then live with it.

You wanna know something sick? Last week, I was somewhat in love with three guys. Now I don't know if I am anymore. With any of them. Nate verged dangerously on making me mad at him, Matt....well, c.f. the last post and educate thyself, and I'm not sure I want what June has anymore. It's typical. It's safe (which isn't necessarily a bad thing). It's what almost every woman dreams of and gets and then is stuck with. And that's a very negative way to put it. But I want to be different. I don't want to have to deal with family almost every weekend, and I certainly don't want to be building a life surrounded with the same people day after day, week after week, never getting anywhere and never doing anything better than average.

I feel like a terrible person for thinking this. So if anyone I know would ever stumble upon this little outlet of frustration, I am truly sorry for being offensive. But there are very few places in my life that I'm able to be completely honest, and this is one of those places.

And for those of you that I don't know but stumble across here anyway and take a peek into my head, thank you for reading. It's so strange--to think that people I'll never meet know more things about me than some people I've known for my entire life. It's kinda cool.