Friday, February 03, 2006



My niece, Hope, who is almost two, refers to herself in the third person as "Happy." I think this is just about the most awesome thing ever.

Also, last night, at the end of my rope, I wrote to the boy and told him I just can't take his shit anymore, that even trying to play by his rules, I still end up getting stomped on, and that I just can't take it anymore. I give up. I just can't deal with it anymore. That does not make me so happy, so I'm trying to think less about that, and more about Hopie.

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