blizzard

i'm not much of a cook. but i'm trying. since i haven't really seen my mom in the last month, i invited her over for dinner. i made linguine from scratch. it was a little thick, although i don't think it was necessary to eat it with a knife and fork like she did. my dad showed up to give me this months good food box, and the three of us sat drinking tea while i showed them some of my brochures from work. i enjoy spending time with my parents together. it's a novelty i haven't really experience much.

i like that you asked me for some juice. you like that i told you i resent you.

mayelin was saying today that even when we do a lot of great things, its our mistakes that are remembered. upon reflecting on my neurosis, i realized, a lot of my paranoia and insecurity comes from specific events. negative words or experiences will stick with us even when positive feedback will slide off like teflon. i can't fathom why that is. but i'm determined to somehow reverse it.

i sat in my cube stuffing cds into pockets, listening as the rain/hail fell on our tin roof. sometimes i forget how beautiful silence is.

if this is a movie let's edit these scenes out,
it would be a pg instead of an x-rated life.