bottles break music plaaaaayys conversations competing for space maybe we don't really change.  maybe i expect "growing up" to be some finite, distinguishable experience.  maybe it's okay to accept the idea that coming "home" is ultimately going to bring me to the same place it always has, with the same people and the same things to do.  i don't want  to like that, but maybe i should --maybe...

Penny On a Train Track

Well, there's not much to say. But it's almost Thanksgiving, and I haven't posted in about a month, I believe. So, here goes. There's not a lot to tell. I feel like I should have some breaking news by now...I'm pregnant? Not unless I'm Mary. I'm married? Not likely, considering I don't even have a boyfriend. I have a new job? A new pet? A new...anything? Nah, none of those either. I feel like...