My mother always say that I'm a drama queen who imagines the worst of a situation (approximately about a floppity jillion times worst) when I feel something bad is about to happen. A pin prick is a train suicide.
She also said that I'm psychotic for wanting to buy an ukulele for Haqqi, a 7 month old baby. IT'S NEVER TOO YOUNG TO ENCOURAGE MUSIC MOTHER. But that's another point.
Point is, the great thing about being a pessimist is I don't really mind being proven wrong.
Now, I can honestly without doubt, say that my parents' visit might just be the best thing that could happen to me, here.
But being the pessimist that I am, I've managed to convince myself that this silver ray of goodness and happiness will be short lived and I should enjoy it to its fullest extent, now. Before things go bad again, and mark my worrywart words, it will.
__________________What is this wonderful beautiful madness? I'm in love with it. I can watch it all day, and I did.
When I found out that it's actually a movie, I think I got so excited my brain shat out a rainbow coloured spleen. I might just cry.
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