yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Happiest Place on Earth Hi Mousketeers! I got back from Disneyland in the wee hours of the morning. I’ve been de-stressed, de-worried, de-adult-ed. I’d never been to The Happiest Place on Earth before, but now that I know what it feels like to revert to 7 years old again, I’ll be a frequent visitor! I’m so mellow, all I want to do is sit and play with my twirly Tinkerbell pen. I’m so relaxed I think I can cancel my reservation with the psych unit down the street. The only disappointment: It’s a Small World was closed. Oh well, more reason to go back soon. For all you Bulgar friends out there, I was standing in line to go on the Storyland boat ride, when suddenly I heard “gluposti”. My ears perked up. Sure enough, two Bulgarians were standing behind me. We struck up a conversation and I made a new friend. We exchanged e-mail addresses. Fun, fun, fun. It was a very happy weekend. Of course, we stopped off at the Ocean before we headed back to the desert. I miss the ocean terribly. It’s so healing. And why, you ask, was I in such need of healing and relaxation. Other than my normal life? Men. That’s why. They confuse me, and I don’t like to be confused. The Firefighter officially turned out to be a jerk. I’m ok with that. I gave it a chance and opened myself up to the possibility of a deeper relationship. That’s a huge thing for me. Too bad he turned out to be a shallow prick who would consider marrying me if I would maintain my breast size and decrease my hip size. Excuse me? I’m not a ball of clay to be molded into any man’s specifications. Why was he dating me in the first place if he wanted to change me? I don’t get it. Next thing you know he’d want me to be a blond (shudders rack my body). No offense to my blond friends out there, but it’s just not for me. I like my dark hair just like I like my curves, thank you very much. The Physical Therapist keeps making cryptic comments about some kind of conversation I’m supposed to initiate with him. I have no clue what he wants me to talk to him about. I’m confused. I decided I’m just going to tell him I have no idea what he’s hinting at, and if he wants to have a conversation with me, he needs to be more up-front about the topic. I have a job evaluation tomorrow. I think I’m going to get reamed for being grouchy. Sad to say, I deserve it. I have been very irritable since this whole thing with the Firefighter. But not any more. I just went to Disneyland, where every girl is a Princess. That means I can have people imprisoned and beheaded if they bother me any more. Yes, there IS a very satisfied smile on my face. 9:36 a.m. - April 29, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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