TBT. Me 2 years ago? Three? I don’t remember. Whenever I was blonde.
Today we had a farewell gathering at work for a lady who’s retiring. She is one of my favorite people there and I’ll miss her. Why does it seem like the cool people always leave, but assholes hang around forever?
Last night I dreamed that I was naked in the audience of the Ellen Show. I was so nervous about the dance segment because I would have to stand up and everyone would see my nakedness. Then Zak Bagans from Ghost Adventures came running up the aisle and handed me a bird cage full of rats. I woke up rubbing my forearms because I could still feel them biting me.
1. Yesterday was my husband’s birthday so it was a day filled with doing whatever he wanted to do, waiting on him, letting him pick the restaurants, etc. So basically it was a totally normal day except with blow jobs.
2. I’m numbering these for no reason.
3. I keep getting the same “Here’s a Blog” people on my dash. Like the same two people. Go away, same two people. I’m sure you’re lovely but I’m creeped out now.
4. Purse mayonnaise!
5. “Lucy” looks like the dumbest movie ever. That 10% of your brain thing isn’t even true.
This is the house I grew up in. When my parents sold it twenty years ago I felt so sad whenever I’d drive by it. I couldn’t get used to the idea that strange people were living in our house. It was weird that I couldn’t just walk in the front door anymore, and I would feel a tug on my heart like homesickness.
I drove by it a few days ago for the first time in years. I just looked at it and smiled, happy that it’s being well maintained, that another family is enjoying it now. Then I just drove away. Nothing pulled at me anymore. I left it behind.