You were good to me.
I warned you that I would feel like this. I told you that if I left to see her, it would be hard to come back. And now here I am, remembering what it's like to be cold.
I was thinking the other day that I love vegetables. So I bought a massive red cabbage and thought how putrid this must look to the rest of the preservative-stuffed-college population. And then I realized that I don't ACTUALLY like vegetables. But I LOVE balsamic vinaigrette. And that makes ALL vegetables taste good. Same thing happened with mexican food and hot sauce. And also I used to love tortilla chips and now I only crave the salt and vinegar kind.
Is it horrible for me to be coating my stomach lining with vinegar and spiciness?…..probably. Is it better for me then ramen? ….possibly. Have I, somewhere along the last year and a half, gotten my body to appreciate the good things in life even though they are slightly tainted by pain? …seems like it.
I don't really listen to music. Only when my best friends are singing it. I also really enjoy reading...but not romantic or non-fiction. I don't even really like classics unless I know what going on in their world first. I like history. Because people are fascinating. Except not politicians.
I've also recently noticed that I don't really enjoy a lot of things unless I'm doing them with the people I love.
|temple square, slc|
|my besties, the campbells|
|Our presents are "under the tree"|