Every Day is the Same

Wake up, grumble, go to work, grumble, facebook, school, boyfriend, and sleep. Repeat.

I need a break before I seriously loose my effing mind.

Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

Picture this: Night out for best friend since kindergarten's birthday. 12 of my not so closest friends and of course the boyfriend all huddled around a hibachi grill. It was fabulous. I stuffed my face and still took home enough leftovers for two additional meals. I dropped the boyfriend off at home and headed to my abode.

I was in the mood for a nice relaxing long bath. About the time the suds had settled my text message went off. I'm the type that can't just ignore it till I'm done. I fail at relaxing. So I stumble out get water everywhere just to see who in the hell is texting me. I'd just seen just about anyone who would text at this hour. I had hoped it would be a cute little text from the boyfriend as nauseating as that sounds. But that's not his style and I'm not that lucky. Instead I see "New Text Message from: Insert Ex from 5 years ago here". WTF? Needless to say relaxing long bath ruined.

It's pointless to go into the entire long drawn out story of what was and I refuse to go into what might have been. Long story short said ex is now married with two children, God bless thier souls (in good southern fashion). Why on Earth are you contacting me now?? Yeah, I'd agreed to friend him on the stupid social networking site but we all know that's just for nosyness sake. I don't really care to TALK to him. Apparently that feeling is not mutual. He goes on to say "I think about you sometimes, I know that sounds weird". Why yes, yes it does man that broke my heart into a million pieces five years ago. I have not only moved on but also came to the realization that you never were, but certainly a huge beer gut later, nothing to cry over. I'll have to say that it was bittersweet to say yes when he posed the "are you happy?" question. I and somewhere in the back of my mind I thought to my self "and I'm glad your wife is fat too". Which she is and I know this because she still tries to pretend to be my friend when I see them out at the local watering hole. Awkward much?

So as hard as it was for me to swallow the rejection pill when now balding and fat man kicked me to the curb five years ago, I'd say it was all worth knowing he's kicking himself now because I am amazing. But we all knew that.

Things I Love

Getting all dolled up for something fancy
My boyfriend
My boyfriend getting all dressed up for the same something fancy
Heart Shaped French Toast..

...and yes I got them all on Valetines Day. SUCCESS!

There's a First Time For Everything

I enjoy reading blogs. I do not however enjoy my job. These two things together have brought me here. I have spent today trying to find a new blog I love because I spent all of every other day reading all there is to read of the few blogs that I do find interesting. I enjoy writing so I'll give this a shot.

My goal however is anonymity. I will share a few things about myself just because it's only fair. I'm from the south but consider myself more liberal than most. I'm 24 but consider myself more mature than most. I'm a girl but consider myself less girly than most. I own 4 pairs of shoes and one purse. My friends are replused by this but it suits me just fine. I will never understand men. I cry too much becasue I am far too emotional. I don't understand it myself. If you were my facebook friend I'd just tell you to read my 25 random facts about me and that would be enough. :)

Speaking of 25 random things about me. I've decided that there are three groups of people. Those of us who enjoy 25 random things about me (both writing our own and reading others) and those who refuse to do it and those who haven't been on thier facebook page since the price of gas was almost 4 dollars per gallon. Regardless you can probably decide for yourself who these people are.

I for one enjoyed both writing my own. I think that's because I think I'm a very interesting awesome person. Others will beg to differ. That's ok. I also enjoy reading everyone elses. Yes I actually do want to know how old you were when you got your first kiss, that you have never had a cavity or your dream vacation would be in Prague. Sue me.

I'm getting worried about Valentine's day. The boyfriend and I have been together almost three years. We broke up in September and decided to reconcile in December. He's never been a romantic or a good presant giver. This makes me sad. I happen to be a hopeless romantic. I want a cute scavenger hunt leading me around town from spot to spot where we have memories and ending at the first spot we kissed and with little cute gifts at each spot along the way. The boy however would find that repulsive.

I'll post this with the realistic expectation that nobody will read this none the less respond. However, maybe somewhere theres a chick like me behind a computer bored out of her mind reading blogs with no relevance. If so please share your Valentines Day stories. Good or bad.