the first post

i felt like a schmuck again today. there i was leaving foster's market...coffee cup in one hand and car keys in the other. a crisp white top accompanied with ray-ban aviator sunglasses could make anyone feel like they were on top of the world-but that's just it: i'm not rolling in cash. i'm not walking towards my lexus. i'm opening the door to my parent's lexus. and the glasses? they aren't even mine. they are my dad's, but i steal them every chance i get because i'm completely in love with them and too cheap right now to buy my own pair. i slide into the leather seats and immediately turn on the radio and AC. the gas is plenty full, which i knew ahead of time, otherwise i would be making a stop at the gas station armed with one of my mom's credit cards. hopefully you are starting to get why it is just one of those days--the kind of day where i feel like a schmuck--because on the outside i appear as if all my ducks are in a row, yet in reality, my ducks are disorderly. nostalgic. confused. and they are probably wearing their parents sunglasses. oh the life of a young boomeranger...and it's only just the beginning.