Seriously, What the fuck?
Ok.. that was Thought Process A... now for Thought Process B.
I'm an extremely independant gal, granted I didn't used to be... but after a series of events I've learned how to stand happily on my own two feet. I don't ask for much, just clear, honest communication punctuated with 'bouts of uncontrollable laughter. I'm the type of girl that thinks everything is funny, until someone finally points out, um.. no, that was me being serious. Then I get it. Ahhhhhh- insert lightbulb- DING. Anyway, lately I've been waiting around for people to get there shit together and go DO something... anything. Go to the lake, go to the mountains, go camping, go to LA, go to the city, go over the hill and shop, go to this free yoga retreat, go go go go.. and you know what? Fuck'em. I was laying in bed the other night thinking, you know, I'm really putting alot of my own happiness in someone else's hands. Why not just go do the things I want to do. Granted, I know a few people in New Mexico, a handful in LA, none at the yoga retreat.. but so what... I can still get in my car and just go. Me, a map, some sammies and my bathing suit... and honestly, that's all I really need. Maybe a pillow and my stuffed ninja (you know, for protection from wild bears, tigers... crazed tin men looking for there brain.. .I dunno) and you know what... I'll be damned, along with that realization, came relief and an overwhelming sense of strength. So what if the boy won't go anywhere his dirtbike can't go, so what if he hates the city, or adventure in general.... he doesn't have to go. I'll go. And just come home and tell him about it. Grrr.. anyway, shake it off. That's my story, my game plan and my new mantra. Look out world, here I come.
The Roaming Gnome.. comes complete with map and ninja.
Ok.. that was Thought Process A... now for Thought Process B.
I'm an extremely independant gal, granted I didn't used to be... but after a series of events I've learned how to stand happily on my own two feet. I don't ask for much, just clear, honest communication punctuated with 'bouts of uncontrollable laughter. I'm the type of girl that thinks everything is funny, until someone finally points out, um.. no, that was me being serious. Then I get it. Ahhhhhh- insert lightbulb- DING. Anyway, lately I've been waiting around for people to get there shit together and go DO something... anything. Go to the lake, go to the mountains, go camping, go to LA, go to the city, go over the hill and shop, go to this free yoga retreat, go go go go.. and you know what? Fuck'em. I was laying in bed the other night thinking, you know, I'm really putting alot of my own happiness in someone else's hands. Why not just go do the things I want to do. Granted, I know a few people in New Mexico, a handful in LA, none at the yoga retreat.. but so what... I can still get in my car and just go. Me, a map, some sammies and my bathing suit... and honestly, that's all I really need. Maybe a pillow and my stuffed ninja (you know, for protection from wild bears, tigers... crazed tin men looking for there brain.. .I dunno) and you know what... I'll be damned, along with that realization, came relief and an overwhelming sense of strength. So what if the boy won't go anywhere his dirtbike can't go, so what if he hates the city, or adventure in general.... he doesn't have to go. I'll go. And just come home and tell him about it. Grrr.. anyway, shake it off. That's my story, my game plan and my new mantra. Look out world, here I come.
The Roaming Gnome.. comes complete with map and ninja.
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