i have a tree.
(well, *we* have a tree.) there it is--square in the middle of the princess turret, naked, waiting for a bulb or two. years into adulthood and this is my first tree. i know, big deal. it's not like owning a home, or having a kid, or whatever the proper marker of adulthood is.
but it's ours--mine and my roommate's. we bought it; her boyfriend strapped it onto his truck and i watched him carry it up three flights of stairs.
now it feels like christmas.
(yes, i'm totally PMSing and...cue mood swing)
...
the new issue of W has a remarkably disgusting article about how much money it takes to be rich.
i had just finished saying to my roomie, 'you know, this magazine doesn't annoy me the way it used to...' when i turned the page and saw the article.
if i didn't have *work* tomorrow morning, i'd vent.
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