I will say, Welcome. I've never actually specified my intentions for this blog, except that I'm learning to write again. Cataloging and exploring my day and experiences, whether I want to or not. I stem from the xanga generation, which then quickly deteriorated into facebook, where stalking was the primary activity before sharing your day.
Well, today has been wonderful so far, and it's only eleven thirty. I found my friends' blogs, all of them SO appropriately named for their personalities, by the way. I listened to good music. Snuggled with my boyfriend, Graham, before he went to work. We recently had a really big drunken talk about our futures together, our exes, our fears. It needed to happen, but the anxiety of knowing that we could be apart for two or so years is still daunting. It's an impending feeling of "Oh shit. Now we have to say goodbye." And it's gonna creep up on me because I don't want to think about it. I've finally found something so good, so right in this ugly town, I've drowned in assholes for four years, and now I have to leave it? Turn my back and pretend that it never happened? How?
When is he going to nursing school? And where? We really need to talk on the phone, because (a) I miss you and hearing your voice is better than reading text and (b) it would be easier to ask all my questions that way.
ReplyDeletehahhaa, i would LOVE to hear from you. call me soon. i know we are both so busy.
ReplyDeletewe are all way to busy. i miss you too manda panda. i know that you and graham will be just fine...kevin and i did it, remember, and it sort of worked out...i mean i had to marry him, but whatevs.
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