Apparently I really need exercise. The mile each way walk to cat sit wiped me out. I'll be glad to do that for the next few days. Prep for Tamsen is very much needed. I used to be active. I hated being in the house. Maybe that had a lot to do with it.
Jicama is awesome. It's like if an apple and a potato had a baby. A tasty baby.
So this guy from high school that I hung out with last year and then he disappeared? Giant Mile i'll call him. He's started sending me FB messages out of the blue the other day. He misses me, he wishes he could wake up next to me every day, some day we'll be together, i'm his angel, ect. Um...wtf? I don't hear from you for a year after you blow me off with no explanation, but you miss me every day xoxo? I'm half flattered and half pissed, but all befuddled. What am I supposed to do with that information? Do I just enjoy the pleasant fiction? I'm not putting any eggs in that basket. I guess I don't have to understand it. Just like I have to learn to radically accept when someone tells me they don't love me, I guess I have to appreciate that maybe someone else does, for no reason or account, love me. Whetever. It's hardly worth thinking about. I have a blanket to make.
Jicama is awesome. It's like if an apple and a potato had a baby. A tasty baby.
So this guy from high school that I hung out with last year and then he disappeared? Giant Mile i'll call him. He's started sending me FB messages out of the blue the other day. He misses me, he wishes he could wake up next to me every day, some day we'll be together, i'm his angel, ect. Um...wtf? I don't hear from you for a year after you blow me off with no explanation, but you miss me every day xoxo? I'm half flattered and half pissed, but all befuddled. What am I supposed to do with that information? Do I just enjoy the pleasant fiction? I'm not putting any eggs in that basket. I guess I don't have to understand it. Just like I have to learn to radically accept when someone tells me they don't love me, I guess I have to appreciate that maybe someone else does, for no reason or account, love me. Whetever. It's hardly worth thinking about. I have a blanket to make.
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