the hello/goodbye.
Chaper 1, part 3.
April 22, 2005: Happy 22nd birthday for the third time.
Three weeks have turned into three months and I'm still in California. Two and a half weeks with a boy I don't love at all but need to cling to to stay sane, then a month and a half with my sister on an inflatable matress in the living room of her 6-memebr college apartment, floating by on the ocassional residual chacks from Ford, and then KABOOM and a random email arrives from a cousin who I hand't seen in nearly a decade has found me on Myspace, notices that I'm in LA, and asks if I'd like to go to my grandmother's birthday party; waittaminute, I have a whole FAMILY I've essentially never met living fifty miles from my sister's house, waitaminute, that cousin needs a roommate and doesn't want any rent beacuse I'm family, waitaminute, an aunt has a bicycle I can havve, waitaminute, I've got a job waiting tables, first in a scanty referee uniform serving bad beer to sports fans, then serving vegetarian food to nice people at a lovely little place, I'm laying on a towel in a bikini in the back yard reading the da vinci code and sipping homemade lomonade, I'm prowling the neighborhood on my coaster bike, I have a life; it comes with incredible growing pains (no need to diet; why is my body suddenly 20 pounds heavier, AAAK! my career is really, really over...) (why is that boy who wanted me out of his life still visiting me weekly all the way out here, an hour and 70 miles away)
It's a life.
It's not a succession of couches and air mattresses.
I have a FAMILY.
April 22, 2005: Happy 22nd birthday for the third time.
Three weeks have turned into three months and I'm still in California. Two and a half weeks with a boy I don't love at all but need to cling to to stay sane, then a month and a half with my sister on an inflatable matress in the living room of her 6-memebr college apartment, floating by on the ocassional residual chacks from Ford, and then KABOOM and a random email arrives from a cousin who I hand't seen in nearly a decade has found me on Myspace, notices that I'm in LA, and asks if I'd like to go to my grandmother's birthday party; waittaminute, I have a whole FAMILY I've essentially never met living fifty miles from my sister's house, waitaminute, that cousin needs a roommate and doesn't want any rent beacuse I'm family, waitaminute, an aunt has a bicycle I can havve, waitaminute, I've got a job waiting tables, first in a scanty referee uniform serving bad beer to sports fans, then serving vegetarian food to nice people at a lovely little place, I'm laying on a towel in a bikini in the back yard reading the da vinci code and sipping homemade lomonade, I'm prowling the neighborhood on my coaster bike, I have a life; it comes with incredible growing pains (no need to diet; why is my body suddenly 20 pounds heavier, AAAK! my career is really, really over...) (why is that boy who wanted me out of his life still visiting me weekly all the way out here, an hour and 70 miles away)
It's a life.
It's not a succession of couches and air mattresses.
I have a FAMILY.
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