I Shouldn't Have Survived...

It's official. I've got a problem. I am completely fascinated with said show and spent the majority of Friday reliving horrible things people have lived through. It indulges some dark side of me that likes to hear about terrible things as well as the part of me that loves to hear about stubborn people overcoming said dark things. It also just feeds my own steely determination to die only on my own terms and as a result, I've now convinced myself I can live through anything. (Unless of course I, for some reason, don't want to.)

Bring it on universe.

Speaking of living through anything, did I mention that I survived Mother's Day without one bitter nervous breakdown? It was kind of glorious. My mother is sort of a raw nerve (as if that isn't obvious) and I'm currently completely paranoid that she will find out when I'm graduating and show up in some sort of bizarre attempt to derail my life. (As if that were even possible.) I also have this recurring dream where someone calls to tell my my mother has died and I find myself over-joyed, burdens lifted fromst my back and feeling generally euphoric. I then go to her funeral to make sure she's really dead (because, you know, that kind of evil is eternal) and of course she's not she's not. Instead she's standing there laughing. Then she stabs me in the neck and cackles over my crumpled body as I bleed to death. It's really unpleasant. (Though, I'm pretty sure that thanks to all those episodes of I Survived and I Shouldn't Be Alive that I'd totally find a way to live through it. But that's another point altogether.) ANYWAY, the day went off without a hitch. We went up into the mountains, had a picnic, and pretended the world was new and all was well. It was lovely.

Song of the day for Friday: Raw Sugar