Cranky.

27 04 2011

I’m usually pretty positive about this whole having-a-disease thing.

Today my attitude was not in my favor.

After school I called home and cried. I basically regressed to a six year old. I could have been a student in my class.

Then after that I drove to the cute little downtown area all teary-eyed. I went to this little store called Karla’s Place. Someone at work gave me a gift card as a going away gift.

I went in and found these little stuffed owls that an old woman makes. They are freakin adorable. They have personality. She even pins a tag to each and names them.

I am 23 years old. I should no longer be buying stuffed animals.

I bought it. The lady asked if she should wrap it for me. She was under the assumption that this was a gift for a small person. I lied. I told her to wrap it up. I was embarrassed that I’ve regressed to six years old again.

Then I went home and opened it and laid in the fetal position on my futon cradling this owl named Frank and my old stuffed rabbit appropriately named Bunny. I laid like that and called my mom again and tears leaked out and got Frank and Bunny all wet.

I was able to make my way downstairs after that and I seem to be getting myself under control again. I am usually really positive about this whole experience. Some days though, you need to let yourself wallow a little. You need to call your parents and cry. You need to hug Bunny and buy him a friend named Frank even if you are far too old for that nonsense.

Surprisingly, this seems to be helping my Wheel of Fortune game. I’m seriously rocking right now.

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27 07 2011
Thomas

I am 23 years old. I should no longer be buying stuffed animals.

I bought it.

Haha I lol’d so good when I read that!

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