It's been a very long while since I have written a blog. And it's been weighing on me because this blog has made me hold myself accountable to writing regularly. I find when things in my life are pretty low key, and without too many points of interest worth writing about, I can find more to say, making mountains out of molehills. But then when things in my life start getting real, and there are things that I should be getting off my chest and writing about, I tend to shut down and keep them in. This is normal for me. But I need to push through, I need to get some thing new on this blog.
In the past 30 days I have been living alone again. It's been a while since I have had my own place. In fact, for those of you who have followed my life for a while, it was the apartment by the dome, or the marshmallow as Andy would call it. Ever since I have been hopping from houses with roommates, apartments with crazy roommates, occasionally making residence at Mom and Dad's for a few weeks until we realized (collectively) for the 4th and 5th times that that particular living situation is good for no one.
I was slated to move into a beautiful apartment close to work at the beginning of June. I spent weeks packing my belongings into boxes, a very grown up thing for me considering all 300 moves prior I had the habit of dumping everything I own into garbage bags and loading them into friends cars the day of. But not this time, I was going to be responsible and ready for another home and another chapter of my life. It was exactly a week to the day I was supposed to move in when I received a text message, a text message, a MOTHER FUCKING text message from the gentleman I was subletting from informing me that he wasn't moving out after all but he was very very sorry.
(Sidebar. MEN: It is not okay to communicate important information through a text message. Texting is fun and good for banter and insignificant pieces of information. I am not going to get broken up with, or made homeless from a text message ever again. I will no longer hesitate to respond to your text messages by driving to where ever it is you are and tearing off your balls.)
At the time that this happened, I was furious. Since I have managed to make everything work out, and for the better I believe, I find it more comical than frustrating. But I have begun to pick up some of my single-girl-living-alone habits again. It's in an episode of Sex and the City in which the girls talk about their weird habits from living alone for so long. Carrie claimed she ate Saltines naked in her kitchen while reading fashion magazines.
I have a few odd habits that are coming to surface. For starters, first thing that happens when I come home from work is my pants coming off. I hate pants. If it were up to me I would wear tops and underwear for the rest of my life, and nothing else. Also, if you are ever by my house around 11pm, you can probably hear me singing with my ipod loudly as I sip on red wine and smoke cigarettes (imagine Cameron Diaz in 'The Holiday'). I love it, though. I spend all my time home now, watching 'The New Adventures of Old Christine' and falling asleep on my couch. I talk to my cat way too much, and at some point that will probably make it impossible to get a boyfriend, but for now it's good (and completely sane) company.
Speaking of boyfriends, and I hope I can write about this here and that new boy-toy isn't smart enough to find my blog; I've met someone. I guess you can say I have been looking around the past few weeks since Charlie and I stopped beating a dead horse and walked away from our toxic, drawn out, waste of time relationship. I am on the dating site I have always resorted back to, which is filled with creeps and losers. But this new guy popped into my message box at the beginning of the weekend, and because he was good looking enough, and wrote to me with good grammar, I decided to give it a go.
He is the perfect fit for my life right now because after spending two very enjoyable evenings with him, I have come to realize that he is gorgeous and funny, and great company for a two hour movie. But I am not about to start up a relationship with this kid. He isn't the type of guy you have a relationship with, he's the type of guy you drink beers with, make out with, and don't mind when they stop in and you aren't wearing any makeup. It'll be fun. Until it's not anymore, and then we move on. Because I'm 24, and work really hard to have a nice place to call home, and take care of myself. And truth be told I am still suffering from a broken heart. So I don't have much to give of myself, emotionally at this time anyway. But the distraction is nice. And have I mentioned he is gorgeous?
I suppose that's all I have for now. I will be more interesting the next time around, I was just desperate to get something in my blog before it slipped away from me.
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