immobile

isn't it pretty to think . . that i could just do what i used to do and pick up and move across the country or move across the world?

why does it get so much harder to do things like that when you get older?

thank goodness for . . taking things back?

isn't it pretty to think . . that when someone appears to have made up their mind . . they wouldn't change it again?

Just when you thought the next few months were going to be amazing . . here's to getting a huge fucking slap-in-the-face-reality-check and having the rug pulled out from underneath you.

WOO HOO.

thank goodness for some clarity

isn't it pretty to think that all the world's vague, uncertain, complicated situations could be clarified, reaffirmed, and resolved in one simple conversation?

yeah, well, thank goodness some situations can!