Well, I went shopping yesterday afternoon, and I am now the proud owner of these fabulous hot pink and white running shoes. After buying them, I realized that I really should go to the gym and justify them, and it was awesome. Clearly, one of my problems really had been my pathetic shoes.
In unrelated news, I got an email from my half-brother Connor today. One of these days I'll need to do a post about the complexities of the situation with my father and his "new family," but not today. Let's just say that I'm happy that I heard from him. Oh, and Connor? He's like 10 years old and awesome. Unlike everybody else he shares a living space with, and so he's kind of a miracle. Of course, he claims that he wants to go to college at one of the elite military academies in his email (I'm sure the influence of my father who thinks that would mean he wouldn't have to pay for his son's education, just as he paid for exactly none of mine, has something to do with this), so there is some contamination. Not that there's anything wrong with wanting to attend such a school or having gone to one - just that I don't think that it's particularly.... cool... to encourage a 10-year-old in what I'm sure is a backlash-conservative-anti-foreigners-and-gay-people goal, which I'm sure is where this is coming from.
Ok, I said I wasn't going to write about the fucked-up-ness of all of that now, so I'm really not going to. Instead, I will let you enjoy my "romantic horoscope" for today:
"Romantic obsessions with celebrities could give you the distraction you need right now. They're not as ideal as real-life connections, but they can be a fun way to help you daydream and plan for future romances."
No, I'm not kidding. My life is pain, even in the astrological world.
6 years ago