Justine

Got up early yesterday to bid my drum set goodbye. The room feels empty now, but at least I know it will be in good hands. It likes its milk lukewarm, with a couple of double chocolate chip cookies on the side. And please, no ice cream for dinner no matter what it tells you.

I forgot to mention this last week, but I am determined to grow myself some muscles. This land of plenty has given me the need to feed, and I don't know how to control it. (I can't control anything. What up??) I was quite buying into the idea of a gym membership until Lisa's brother told me I would lose a cup size. I will take no part in the downsizing of these breasts that my team of cheeseburgers and chocolate truffles, and I have worked so hard for- You maybe can't tell, but my boobs are huge!

My mom trashed my room in the evening yesterday, and then locked me out of her room so I couldn't brush my teeth till 2 pm today. I had plans to run away last night, but fell asleep before I could. Woke up this morning and decided after a few yawns that I would run away tonight. In the meantime, Sarah and I spent our afternoon taking advantage of the mess my mom had created. (Photography by Sarah.)

Those shorts belonged to my sister once- Evidence that Esprit used to make clothes without that awful red tag on the outside, circa 1992. I am still not over the shock, but I'm relieved that my red sunglasses remain unharmed. Although I really can't say I've got much use for them, it's nice just knowing that I have a cool pair of red sunglasses to come home to everyday.

Then I realised that I want to come home everyday. There is too much love here, even amidst all the wreckage. And, I think I may be secretly enjoying this. My mom has started referring to me as "The Justine". I quite like how it sounds. (eg: Stuart, ask The Justine where the phone is.)

Gotta bounce. Take care!