As a Christian, I am born of the Water and the Blood of Christ; diluted wine. But I struggle and fall, succeed and fail. I forget who I am. I become deluded wine.
Wednesday, July 20
Out of job leads. Out of money. In debt up to my ears. Got phone bill to pay. Didn't get much back from safety deposit on old apartment. And grandma is expecting me to start school again and move out in the fall.
I am an awkward, stubborn, slightly insane woman who would rather talk Plato than Prada, rather watch Frank Capra than Carrie Bradshaw, and rather listen to Norse myths sung in Icelandic than anything currently on the radio. Yeah. Told you I was weird.