Saturday, March 6    

Every five years or so I look back on my life and I have a good laugh
I can't believe it, but I've finally given in. I surrender. I admit defeat. It's been a good fight, fought over 10 long years, but now it's time to admit that something is bigger than me. I'm weak. Weak, weak, weak. I can't believe I resisted all four years at Wellesley when it was all around me, insistent, demanding. My roommate found out last night. She was walking out the door, and I thought I was safe. I couldn't help myself. "I'll be the first to praise the sun," I said, and I've never seen her come back in the house so fast. "What did you say?" she demanded. I couldn't hide it anymore.

I like the Indigo Girls. Dammit.

  posted @ 8:56 PM |