ugh. . .lots of yoga this week, mon-thurs, my hamstrings still hurt. Anyway, got some fresh new AF1's yesterday, black on gray, fly as fuck. was gonna rock em out last night but fell asleep on the couch. I'm such a fuckin sneaker whore. I wonder is there is sneaker group on SG, there should be. Between sneakers, tattoos and yoga i'm gonna be even more broke than I am, but they all make me feel so good. I would certainly prefer to have fly ass kicks, fly tattoos and the peace that yoga brings so fuck it right. . .
Soooo.. . .yeah. Called out of work today, that's prolly not gonna go over well. Got served the divorce papers this weekend, that kinda sucked and now i need to start looking for an apt cuz we gotta sell the house. Big, loud smelly dog + little apt = well, I guess i don't really know, maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing. Hope so. So that aside i had the good fortune to spend time in Boston this weekend for an overnight with lifelong friends, i really needed it and really need to start doing it more often, it's less than two hrs away. Started back at yoga last week finally, forgot how much i loved it. I don't think anyone reads the crap i write but it's fun to do it anyway.
So it's funny, i left and came back and nothing in my life has changed. . . still no divorce papers, still in the house, still unsure about everything. . . .the only thing thats changed is my acceptance of the situation. . .. I'm good wit it now
So shit has not really gotten any better, things with the marriage are going downhill fast, I'm not a bad guy and I don't understand what changed in her mind. It's fuckin ridiculous. Now I'm trying to figure out how to keep the house if this shit actually goes down. I gotta keep the dog and what apartment is gonna let me keep a 90 pound plott hound. FUUUUUUUCCCKK. . . . .
Well. . .things are quite a bit fucked up, don't mean to complain, i just don't understand how communication can be so poor after five years of marriage. I'm gonna take a page outa Sunni's book and try to stay positive. . .I think this shit'll work itself out. It has to. . .right?
