I woke up this morning with the thought of that ridiculous phone conversation still buzzing in my ears. The tone of his voice, his inappropriate, not to mention, uncalled for words as he took a stab at every aspect of my "eccentric" lifestyle, and the clearly audible click of a phone being disconnected without the courtesy of "goodbyes". I could barely pull myself out of bed, though it was nearly noon.
But shortly after I got in from taking Howitzer out for a walk I was met with Chick-fil-a waffle fries, Diet Coke, and Lars and the Real Girl playing in the livingroom. I took my seat next to Johnathan on my not entirely large enough duck couch and left the thoughts of last night behind me. How can one be overwhelmed with insecurities when they live such a beautiful life?
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