So you sailed away.

I have a cold. Or maybe I am dying. A sign I am ripe with age perhaps? Hah. Okay, that is unlikley, perhaps something to do with the fact I neglect to wear a jacket in the dead of winter. Well, Helen will be here Thursday...I wrote her a great long entry in the book I got her for Christmas. I don't know how well this Christmas is going to go. I can already tell you my patience for Anthony and his ridiculous logic is windling down to the point where I'm starting to be the one that ignores him. And, hasn't it always been me that is overbearing? What a change of seasons! I'm impressed with my somewhat growing maturity. Well, I think I am on the verge of kicking Brittnay upside the head, not likely I could knock and more stupidity into her. I think we're past the age where we don't know any better than to step in charted territory with warning signs all over it. God, she is so desperate for the attention of a man, she doesn't care how she degrades herself to get it. I give her this, what Anthony did was wrong. But, that doesn't make it acceptable to tromp through the attention whore stage like there is no tomorrow. Could I possibly be jealous that she is gaining the thoughts of men I once held? No. Nope, in fact, I am genuinly conserned for her. She doesn't know what she's getting in to. As much as I would like to laugh and tell her I told her so after she ends up in the same boat I have been using to sail, I really can't help but be so frustrated that I would like to protect her and she just doesn't listen. Well, Some people need to learn the hard way I suppose. Well, this is about where my thought span ends. Adios mi amores.