All posts start with a J huh? Guess I'll just keep with that trend. Since we last left my life I have
- Lived with three vegan lesbian hippies and shared one bathroom
- Fallen in Love
- Moved twice
- Got a new job
Guess that about sums it up. I was moving out yesterday and saying goodbye to my hippies and don't you know they bring home a litter of stray cats. If there as any sign from God that I needed to move that was it. Don't get me wrong I love all animals but I'm not about to spend my Thursday night sitting in our den brushing their flees out and rubbing their butts in our kitchen sink to make them poop.
Right so on to the next as they say. I'm a hop skip and a jump away from my work and the city now and a fucking long shot from my boyfriend. Go back a few posts and its the basketball guy that won out- try and keep up.
It's like you can't have your cake and eat it to. As soon as i move a step closer to being successful at work and living that whole city life I give up seeing my boyfriend on a regular basis. Where is that happy medium?
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Death consequently makes everyone think about life- usually their own, since we are selfish creatures by nature.
- where are we going
- will we change our path
- have we effected anyone?
- will I have more people at my funeral then the person next to me ( and we all think about that one so don't even try to judge me)
Its a tragedy that makes us think life is way to short. It lights a fire under our ass for what? a week? a month? do you need death for constant motivation to do something productive? - well it certainly doesn't hurt. (why else did i start this blog)
Oh thats right because I think that someone might find my life someone relevant- find humor or interest in something I am babbling about, and maybe increase the number of people that will attend my funeral. Sure I could tweet my every move but that isn't nearly as funny as my actual life, or the commentary on my life which could sadly be summed up in three words-
sex, sweats, and sarcasm.
