Yeah, that pretty much sums up the blog so feel free to opt out here.Worked. Came home. Failed to get any physical activity in (namely yoga) so it's really not surprising that, uh, my lower back muscles are pulling my lower back out of alignment cause I'm not doing enough stretching.
Went for dinner. Went to the bar.
Ummmmmmmm... something. I'm so fucking tired and I've been taking iron pills forever.
Uh. I think I'd like to live with Michael again, but I know that we'd kill each other in a one bedroom apartment so we need a house or a townhouse but, er, I don't have a million dollars so I'm kinda fucked.
See, I want him to be here like he is now (sleeping), but I want us to have our own space cause when we were living in Kerrisdale (for five years) we damn near killed each other cause it was a one bedroom and there was nowhere to go to vent and escape and have your own private space.
It's so funny (tragic) cause I used to be so totally dependent on living with someone cause I've always lived with someone, and now I don't live with anyone and I kinda want it again, but in a really, really independent way.
Also? Quite drunk.
So.
Okay. Bed time.
3 comments:
Surely if there's a couch and a bed it's easy to chill apart.
I would so love to be with my darling.
Arghhh. I hate it that he's on the pirate boat with a man whore. It is tearing me up.
I've blocked his email because I can't stand to be reminded about where he is and who he is with.
I've never lived alone. I have been drunk. I have lived with others. Being drunk is best.
I'm with GIL on this one... Went from mom and dad's to living hell with the ex, to 3 months alone (not enough time to count) back to mom/pop to married again and then with kids.
Now the kids are grown and gone, the 3 bedroom house is half empty and the hubby spends almost the whole time in the garage or in a recliner. He breathes better in an upright position. If I need space I go outside even though I have 3 bedrooms to choose from.
Just get a condo or apt with a big patio area. Maybe this time will be different. But if I ever have to do it again... I'll do it alone.
Less clean-up.
And I've been drunk (totally shit faced) and can't wait to do it again.
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