~ an entire generation pumping gas ~

Today I feel like going home and eating ice cream.

And watching Fight Club.
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive.

And dancing to Calibretto 13.
I don't like the lies you’re trying to make me believe. You call me a loser, lower my self esteem. Well I'm a child of God and I know he loves me. I won’t buy your lies and I won’t be deceived. I know that I am a child of the great I Am and I don't care what you might do, to hell with you…

But I will finish my day, and I will go home and eat a healthy meal with my family and watch the new episode of Lost, and then I will read a chapter or two toward my Master's paper, and I will talk with God and get a good night's sleep. And tomorrow I will try, try again.

(Andrea ~ if you read this, be encouraged ~ i feel your pain ~ and you are not your khakis...)