To use a dated reference my life right now is much like a very boring X-file at the moment, no aliens going toe-to-toe with Mulder and Scully, but the unfathomable weirdness is flowing at full capacity.
Divorce as seen on TV and real life are two very different appetizers, I feel no wrath, anger, bitterness, rage, vengeance or anything else at all negative towards my Ex at this point in time. I still do things for her as she does for me, and basically am settling into the "friend-zone". People around me have a hard time getting their heads around this concept and just figure that I'm a prisoner of "denial" and will soon have a major breakdownI could fake something in the near future to ease their mental state and get me a few days off work. Everyone wins.
I registered for school yesterday morning, 8 weeks of the most intensive electrical training in North Americait's good to know that when the zombie apocalypse befalls the planet I'll have a practical skill to fall back on (I imagine the art of chemically preserving the dead for funeral rites will fall out of vogue at that point).
I'm still kinda freaked that I'll be 30 in one short month, the fact that I survived this long still causes me moments of long pausein retrospect it seems nature in her infinite folly has had several chances to select me out and has so far failed to do soperhaps this means I'm invincible
I think the song that captures the day in the most descriptive fashion is David Bowie's "Quicksand"it's just right.
These are some bad pictures of what a dirty electrician looks like:
Divorce as seen on TV and real life are two very different appetizers, I feel no wrath, anger, bitterness, rage, vengeance or anything else at all negative towards my Ex at this point in time. I still do things for her as she does for me, and basically am settling into the "friend-zone". People around me have a hard time getting their heads around this concept and just figure that I'm a prisoner of "denial" and will soon have a major breakdownI could fake something in the near future to ease their mental state and get me a few days off work. Everyone wins.
I registered for school yesterday morning, 8 weeks of the most intensive electrical training in North Americait's good to know that when the zombie apocalypse befalls the planet I'll have a practical skill to fall back on (I imagine the art of chemically preserving the dead for funeral rites will fall out of vogue at that point).
I'm still kinda freaked that I'll be 30 in one short month, the fact that I survived this long still causes me moments of long pausein retrospect it seems nature in her infinite folly has had several chances to select me out and has so far failed to do soperhaps this means I'm invincible
I think the song that captures the day in the most descriptive fashion is David Bowie's "Quicksand"it's just right.
These are some bad pictures of what a dirty electrician looks like:
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