I get nostalgic for times when I felt "safe." I miss lots of stuff. I miss my big apartment in
Carmichael. I miss having the Albertsons right across the street and my parents two hours away.
I guess I felt "safe" at my old job. I was never going to lose that job. I felt safe in CA. I wasn't happy at the C*A, but I sorta liked
in its own way. Sacramento
I wonder what my life would be like right now if I'd stuck it out. What I'd be doing?
I don't regret FOR A SECOND moving back to ASHTON KUTCHER!!!!
I wanna walk all the way over to Murray Hill on my lunch hour because the food around here sucks. Its' ALL DELIS!!
I remember a little Indian place on 33rd or 34th. *sigh*
Why am I nostalgic for times when I wasn't all that happy? Why!?