supercalafraga...eh... whatever

today, i went to disney on ice with my niece and nephew. i'm not going to say i "cried"... but i may have gotten a little choked up when the little mermaid sang "part of your world." yes, shut the hell up, it is something i am not proud of... but me and ariel go way back... early nineties. that redheaded, greedy, self-centered little spoiled brat was my hero. made me the dignified woman i am today. okay, neither of those two words describe me at this point in my life, but the fact is... the stupid song took me back to a simpler time... made me long for the days of taking naps and snack time... a time when my biggest worry was what i was going to watch on television or how could i make my mom think i cleaned my room without actually cleaning it.
now that i think about it though... that stupid aquatic gingerteen made me think that i too would find my own "eric" at the terrifyingly old age of 16 and we would live happily ever after in a castle with our talking ocean friends visiting on the weekends... now... i'm in my mid-twenties, happily living with mom. i work in customer service. i have a boyfriend who could pass as my little brother... sibling rivalry and all... and i have less than $1000 in the bank... way less. where did i go wrong? was it because i didn't run away to a rough neighborhood only to find a morbidly obese octopus lady with questionable intentions. either way, that scantily clad fish girl lied. dry land isn't all its cracked up to be. i have bills to pay and needy customers to put up with. she should have just listened to sebastian the whole time... because he was right... "the seaweed is always greenah in somebody else's lake!"

despite my beef with said mermaid... i still picked up a $12 souvenir

damn you, mr. walt disney!

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oh, and on the ride home, my darling nephew had a brilliant plan.

custom tattoos from the backseat of mama's car.

he's a sweet little man.

okay i think i'm done now.

night night, secret blog.

hearts and farts,

lin