Random Channel Surfing

So Nicole moved into her own place on Sunday. Own as in she bought it. She owns  it. It's hers. Funny how us three (Jenn, Janis and me) live vicariously through her ;) The crew:

Bossy people drive me bananas. Sometimes, though, I stop and think about the times I've ordered someone around and I realize how hypocritical my anti-bossy-people stance really is. Now, that's not to say that it's wrong per se. No. That's not entirely true. The reason why I'm so frustrated right this second has more to do with my existential crisis du jour. Fuck. J'ai besoin d'apprendre à m'expresser comme il faut. Je n'ai pas besoin d'être si stupide ou être si fatiguant. God. Will I ever stop speaking in rhyme?! Even to myself, this form of communication tires me. eclipses me. Merde.

Is it pathetic that I remember every one's birthday when they can't be bothered to remember mine? How is it that my memory is flawless, while every one else's is not? Goodness.

Suddenly overwhelmed with all of this feeling. I'm frustrated. I'm insecure. I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm disappointed. I'm relieved. I'm vindicated. It's not always good to be right.