Aaaaaannnnnnnddddd I'm back.
Hey funseekers. I need to get out of the habit of only writing on here when some aspect of my life is in the shitter. Or when I need to shamelessly promote a show.
Sigh.
So here I am! Instead of regaling you with exciting tales and adventures from the last month, I'll tell you about my day. Which, minus show dates, is pretty much like all the others.
What did I do today? Homework. Took Mum to the bank, had quick coffee with a pal, went grocery shopping, made a meat loaf (cooking now), did three loads of laundry (going now), put the rest of dinner on (cooking now), cleaned out the kitty litter box (smelling fresher now) and took the dog for a stroll (emptied of pee now).
I do lead a shockingly exciting life, really.
Over the past month, I have had some pretty fantastic times with Bettina. I also started dating someone, but that hasn't been working so well right now, so I guess we... aren't... any more. Well, I think I just need to take a little bit of a step back, anyways, so that's what's happening. And I'm starting to wonder if it's us that's the problem, or... me. Which is such a girly thing to think! But really. I mean, to me, a relationship is a give/give kind of thing. And I'm trying my hardest to give, but I already give so much of myself already, even not being in a relationship, even just being at home all day and doing, well, above mentioned shit. So if I can't give, how can I expect anything from anyone else? And I'm so fucking grumpy, all the time! I wouldn't even want to hang out with me any time before about 6 pm. But sometimes (warning: incredibly weak comment coming up!!!) I just want to be taken care of. Ahem. Is there any chance that this paragraph got so boring that everyone just skimmed over that? Good. All of this is very depressing and disheartening. And frustrating. And scary. And not necessarily indicitive of the events this past month, but just... in my head.
And that's a bit more personal than I generally go with journals. Hmm.
And may I just say that all the rest of dinner was ready 5 minutes ago, but the meat loaf is still bloody? So much for a healthy uncoordinated meal. I followed the recipe! How would I know? I don't even eat meat!
Mother Trucker.
XOX-L
"This isn't music and we're not a band
We're 5 middle fingers on a motherfucking hand"
Hey funseekers. I need to get out of the habit of only writing on here when some aspect of my life is in the shitter. Or when I need to shamelessly promote a show.
Sigh.
So here I am! Instead of regaling you with exciting tales and adventures from the last month, I'll tell you about my day. Which, minus show dates, is pretty much like all the others.
What did I do today? Homework. Took Mum to the bank, had quick coffee with a pal, went grocery shopping, made a meat loaf (cooking now), did three loads of laundry (going now), put the rest of dinner on (cooking now), cleaned out the kitty litter box (smelling fresher now) and took the dog for a stroll (emptied of pee now).
I do lead a shockingly exciting life, really.
Over the past month, I have had some pretty fantastic times with Bettina. I also started dating someone, but that hasn't been working so well right now, so I guess we... aren't... any more. Well, I think I just need to take a little bit of a step back, anyways, so that's what's happening. And I'm starting to wonder if it's us that's the problem, or... me. Which is such a girly thing to think! But really. I mean, to me, a relationship is a give/give kind of thing. And I'm trying my hardest to give, but I already give so much of myself already, even not being in a relationship, even just being at home all day and doing, well, above mentioned shit. So if I can't give, how can I expect anything from anyone else? And I'm so fucking grumpy, all the time! I wouldn't even want to hang out with me any time before about 6 pm. But sometimes (warning: incredibly weak comment coming up!!!) I just want to be taken care of. Ahem. Is there any chance that this paragraph got so boring that everyone just skimmed over that? Good. All of this is very depressing and disheartening. And frustrating. And scary. And not necessarily indicitive of the events this past month, but just... in my head.
And that's a bit more personal than I generally go with journals. Hmm.
And may I just say that all the rest of dinner was ready 5 minutes ago, but the meat loaf is still bloody? So much for a healthy uncoordinated meal. I followed the recipe! How would I know? I don't even eat meat!
Mother Trucker.
XOX-L
"This isn't music and we're not a band
We're 5 middle fingers on a motherfucking hand"
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Have a rockin blast of a time.
take care,
ph