once more, with feeling

a successful transition from upper case to lower case in the blog. tiny victories.

the pars cove family was out on saturday night for mahboobeh's birthday party (stay tuned for pictures). mahboobeh's new boyfriend is very sweet and he's becoming a doctor. i'm so happy for her. i might go back to work at pars cove a few nights a week for some extra change. will might too. wedding money. one of will's friends acted dumb that night. i felt bad because will does so much for his friends and he's such a good person. he reminded me how great my pars cove friends are to me and how much they love me. when i moved to chicago they pulled me into their group and always treated me well. i'm lucky to have met them.

crazy cristy was on intervention again on tuesday. the craziest of the crazy, she is. her family must wear very heavy boots having to love her every day. i think if people still love cristy, then everyone in the whole world must be loveable, because she's the worst. i decided when i was watching that it might be possible for me to stop loving someone if they became like her. she's not like anyone else i've ever seen. she doesn't even try. i remember when i saw a picture of someone's brain after she had been taking ecstasy for years and how it looked like swiss cheese. i think cristy's might be more like cotton candy after all the meth she's done. mostly air, delicate fuzz and strings of matter. and before u know it, she's somebody else. i would feel a little bad for it, but i wouldn't love her or do things for her anymore. i wouldn't sit in her intervention, and i wouldn't fight for her. i wonder what she's doing right now.

nevermind. i'm over it.