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Radio Ga Ga
Apr. 12th, 2011 11:57 pmSo I was just looking at this tumblr blog and a very common (for me) feeling came over me...I really, really miss the early nineties. I just do. I miss all the little things that made me who I am today; all the pop culture that my friends and I spent so much of our lives obsessing over and making our own. It really sucks to get older and be so far removed from that time. Do any of you feel this way? I feel so stuck in the past sometimes. It's so disconcerting. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know I'm so fascinated by the past because my present isn't so awesome, but there should be a time when I get over this odd feeling of obsession with the past. Right? It just makes me so sad that it was such a long time ago. I miss it. I miss my friends and I miss my innocence and I miss not having to be all effing responsible all the time.
I'm just so frustrated lately. For one thing, TMI ahead: I've been having my lady time for 8 days in a row now, with shitty, unnecessary cramps every single day. This is not normal and I hate it.
Also I had a temper tantrum with my dad the other day. You know, because I'm 31 years old and all. But one thing did come out of it. He wants me to take a job as a real estate tax...person. He knows the chick in charge of the position and thinks I have a good chance. And he says I'd make a shitton of money. I've been thinking about it and I think maybe it's a good idea. I don't know anything about the position but it's maybe time to stop denying the real estate blood running through my veins. I should ask my dad about this job tomorrow before somebody else gets it. But then again...I fear change. I love my current job, where else would I get paid to watch General Hospital all day? *sigh*
Josh has been lovely lately and I am in love with his dogs.
Speaking of dogs, on Saturday I went to my old roommate's SPCA fundraiser party situation. I haven't seen her since 2005 but she invited me and I really wanted to see PD, her dog that I kinda helped raise. When I told her I was coming, she said she told PD "Your second mommy is coming to see you!" That made me happy. Sooo. I went to this gathering knowing I was going to be awkward and knowing nobody was going to know what to do with me, but at least I knew that. And PD remembered me! He gave me tons of kisses and doggy hugs even though he hasn't seen me in 6 years. So basically all the awkwardness was worth it.
There's so much I should be doing with myself these days and I'm just not. I don't know what I need to kick my ass but I need something. Soon. Shit's getting out of control. Rawrrr.
Anyway. Have a good week, friends. Thanks for listening.
I'm just so frustrated lately. For one thing, TMI ahead: I've been having my lady time for 8 days in a row now, with shitty, unnecessary cramps every single day. This is not normal and I hate it.
Also I had a temper tantrum with my dad the other day. You know, because I'm 31 years old and all. But one thing did come out of it. He wants me to take a job as a real estate tax...person. He knows the chick in charge of the position and thinks I have a good chance. And he says I'd make a shitton of money. I've been thinking about it and I think maybe it's a good idea. I don't know anything about the position but it's maybe time to stop denying the real estate blood running through my veins. I should ask my dad about this job tomorrow before somebody else gets it. But then again...I fear change. I love my current job, where else would I get paid to watch General Hospital all day? *sigh*
Josh has been lovely lately and I am in love with his dogs.
Speaking of dogs, on Saturday I went to my old roommate's SPCA fundraiser party situation. I haven't seen her since 2005 but she invited me and I really wanted to see PD, her dog that I kinda helped raise. When I told her I was coming, she said she told PD "Your second mommy is coming to see you!" That made me happy. Sooo. I went to this gathering knowing I was going to be awkward and knowing nobody was going to know what to do with me, but at least I knew that. And PD remembered me! He gave me tons of kisses and doggy hugs even though he hasn't seen me in 6 years. So basically all the awkwardness was worth it.
There's so much I should be doing with myself these days and I'm just not. I don't know what I need to kick my ass but I need something. Soon. Shit's getting out of control. Rawrrr.
Anyway. Have a good week, friends. Thanks for listening.
