Words that so easily come to my mouth aren't making their way to my fingers for some reason. I am blaming my birthday. I am 32 and no longer able to write a decent page of words. I even entertained the thought of posting some erotica I wrote back in college when I had a brief fling with my music teacher. Yeah I know my teacher, the married man of the kid I was babysitting, my therapist, I'm not proud. I am sure it all has to do with deep down wanting to only be with men who are unavailable. Maybe? Who the hell knows. I decided against posting it, it even though I am pretty sure the blogging world takes a small hiatus on the weekends, but I didn't want to freak anyone out or give any family members a heart attack if they were to ever stumble across this. Why couldn't I have dated a Philosophy teacher? I bet he would have inspired me to write really insightful things. Things I could have posted 12 years later when I had nothing to talk about on my blog. I should have planned better. Dammit.
So I'm here. I am cleaning and watching How I Met Your Mother, and am really glad I looked at the directions on the box of my "homemade" lasagna cause it takes two hours to cook instead of one. Hope everyone is having a great weekend!!!
The toughest gig in town. (aka Parent be thy name.)
2 months ago