It has been over a month since I last blogged and that blog was paid for. I can’t even blame it on “life” happening because I honestly am not constantly on the go. I do have a steady social life in various mediums and on different settings, but the amount of time I sit at home, on my ass, on this computer doing absolutely nothing but chuckling and ಠ_ಠ on Reddit or YouTube is kind of ridiculous. The most productive thing I’ve managed to do is thoroughly clean my apartment’s living room. It’s seriously so clean, you guys!! I even vacuumed. Yeah, take THAT in.
I haven’t blogged because that means I have to actually think about my life and then I start having minor panic attacks on the inside. Things aren’t serious enough for them to manifest outside of my mind and chest, but I might shed a tear or two. You mean I have to think about the state of my relationship with my (ex)husband? Ew. Or how about the fact that I find my cat so damn annoying lately? I’m plagued by a lot of negative thoughts the past couple of weeks. I’m definitely on a downswing and it seems to coincide with others – or I just shines through more so than anything positive others have to say. There have been an inordinate amount of break-ups the past few weeks, though. That’s sad. I really don’t want to turn this return into a bitch fest, though, so…
Back in mid-April I visited friends & family in L.A. and I went to Six Flags Magic Mountain for the first time in YEARS with my brother and his girlfriend. It was great. They’d just opened the park to weekday use and for being so early in the season, virtually every coaster that was open was walk-on. For having spent so many years having not been on a roller coaster, that was damn
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I think I should trademark the heavy sigh. I seem to do it even unintentionally and people wonder what’s wrong. Now that my mind’s gone blank, I’ll just leave this post at… The End.







