I used to have something to write about every day... What happened to those days? Perhaps with age forgetfulness comes? Or perhaps nothing really matters on that urgent “I gotta blog that” level. In so many ways life seems so much more simple as the years pass by. The elementary of a lot of the drama that went down in younger years was beyond annoying and as I look back, shit, I would kick my own ass.
Anywhoozle. The g’parents are coming for a 3 weeks visit from Ottawa. I love them to pieces, I really do, but in those 3 weeks it will be expected that every free moment I have will be spent with them. I’m a loner, I like my me time. I’m almost positive that this could cause a mental breakdown at some capacity. Meah, they are old, I love them, I will suffer through it.
Work has been slow and boring, I’m making up things to do. Mostly non-work related shit. Not. Good.
Next week starts up the Fall crazyness with my “personal” schedule. Dodgeball 3 days a week, spin and kickball along with the gym, g’parent time and me time. I live for this shit.
I’m now 27 and I suppose it is expected that I am to be married with 10 babies by now... or maybe even divorced with 10 babies and miserable as all hell...? Perhaps? Maybe? Yes? No? I’m asked almost daily how my “love life is” and if there are “any lucky men in my life” or even when I’m going to “settle down”. Ugh. Fo’serious? Why is it almost socially unacceptable to be single and not want kids and to just do it all on your own?
People are crazy, just like me.
Le sigh.
Happy hump day.
I heart you big.
Fal xo
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