my perogative

bobby brown is stuck in my head. tomorrow i get my hair done and i can't wait. things are getting better, slowly, but i know i can make it. i saw my therapist today and she agrees. i know i'm strong, it's just that i feel really weak sometimes. i need to go on vacation or something. get away from it all for a weekend. i miss swimming in hotel pools. i wish i had the money to spend on a getaway to some exotic locale, or even just san francisco. i want to turn my room into a tiki room, all steamy and spicy. tigger wouldn't have it, though. i'm worried about him, but he just meows and tells me that everything will be fine. he always says that. i think i believe him now.