starry eyes

SEVENTEEN

Well, well, well. If it isn't my diary, sitting right where I left you, like, a month ago. Looking fabulous, as always.

Okay. Okay, so I'm gonna come clean and admit here and now that I'm not exactly sober. I mean, I'm not wasted or anything, but I definitely had to hitch an Uber home.

See, Madeleine decided to drop in on me earlier today. Apparently, she was on her way to South Carolina for some meeting with the Netherlands- or maybe it was Luxembourg. Belgium?

We're just gonna pretend like I didn't pull those names straight outta where the sun don't shine, and move along.

To make a long story short, we ended up at this bar on the other side of town, spent a few hours catching up. She really seems to be doing well for herself! I'm proud of her... Maybe a little jealous.

Now, don't go getting the wrong idea, ya dumb book. I'm not insecure! We've got it made down here in the good ol' Land O' the Free. Anyone who says otherwise is just... just ignorant! I mean, sure, there are some things that could use some patching up, a couple of dents in the fender... But, all in all, it's a damn good life!

Doesn't mean I can't be a little envious of how put-together Madeleine always seems to be. I mean, have you seen the chick? Laid back, friendly to everyone all the time... And, to top it off, she goes around smelling like a freakin' iHop twenty-four seven. What the hell is her secret? Things can't be that extraordinary up in Canada- it's freakin' Canada! Plus, she shares a border with me! Shouldn't that mean that we share our... issues? And solutions to said issues?

Or am I just too drunk to think straight?

[ NOT MY PROUDEST CHAPTER. It's been a while since I've written anything at all, so I figured the best way to jump back into things was with a drunk entry. Here's to the start of trying to get back on top of things! ]