So this is pretty weird, Hey Strangers! Over here! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!! That's the whole point right?
So here goes. I'm in my 30s, work at a stupid job, have been living in a state of suspended adolescence since adolescence and am somehow responsible for guiding 2 other humans through life without turning them into assholes along the way.
I look good, I like people and stuff, I'm intelligent and funny so why the hell do I feel like I'm about to throw a tantrum and punch a hole in the wall? I thought that by now I would be one of those smug bastards who write lovely articles in Chatelaine about the satisfaction they feel in baking cookies while watching snow fall outside their marble/stainless perfect kitchen and the joy of seeing a line of little dirty rubber boots by the door.
I don't want to talk about the last dirty rubber thing I saw.
I'm not making a resolution and giving myself a time limit. I don't work well with that kind of stuff. I have a vague idea that I need to enrich my life somehow but I live paycheck to paycheck and you will not ever EVER see my kitchen in any self respecting magazine. Even a Canadian one.
I would like to look better, be happier, have less free time to watch Netflix and eat, use the craft supplies I have hoarded, have less of a hoard, have a budget that budgets the money and does not just hang lifelessly from a magnet on the fridge, keep my teen from impregnating anyone, keep my pre-tween inoculated against Disney-sanctioned prostitotism and maybe just maybe agree to and actually show up for a real date with a real boy.
That being said, I think I'm going to have a Cuba Libre & read Vanity Fair while eating the last of the Christmas Godivas in front of season 3 of Coupling. It is 119pm and I am on vacation after all.
Well said.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the cat turd story. But there is no way I am going to tell you something about myself, or life. You know WAY too much already.
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