some days you just have to...
- Give in to the ugly cry.
- Accept the fact that today, no, you won't be the bigger person.
- Marvel at the length of the chin hair that seems to appear from nowhere
- Marvel again at how that mofo resisted the hot wax meant to destroy it and instead destroyed your epidermis.
- Eat the ice cream straight out of the carton. Damn right. With chocolate syrup squirted on each bite.
- Use the word 'squirted.'
- Squirted. Squirted, squirted, squirted, squirted. SQUIRTED!
- Punch in the nads the second person who says, "Oh, is somebody on their period?" because they were foolish enough not to see the example laid out by the first person who said that to you.
- No, btw. That is not this day.
- Roll the car windows down and go full rock opera when you flip through stations and find yourself in the middle of Bohemian Rhapsody. Oh mamma mia, mamma mia!
- Wonder what Adam Levine might be like in bed.
- My guess? Squirrely. Squirrely, yet gentle. Also scrappy.
- Acquire a gay boyfriend.
- Just admit the chocolate chip cookies you've been baking under the guise of afternoon snacks for your kids will end up buried in the freezer as your little secret.
- Be gleeful when Bohemian Rhapsody is followed by You're The One That I Want.
- Proclaim 'smooches gracias' your new catchphrase and run it into the ground.
- (Thanks, gay boyfriend)
- Stay up too late (extra shot!) reading your old posts and sighing over how, even when you called it in, it was better then this.
- Wonder why you're still doing this.
- Wonder why you're still doing a lot of things.
- Guzzle three Starbucks white chocolate mochas in one day. Three! One day! Oomp em grande style!
...and that, pals, is pretty much what my days have been since last I posted. I have no good reason not to have blown the dust off here other than I simply don't know what to say. The days have been either boring, routine or bad, so I haven't written about them. Hope you've been well. I do. Thanks for thinking of me.
Or should I say smooches gracias...
Labels: there's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
posted by for a different kind of girl @ 9:23 PM
15 Comments:
Welcome back. Things haven't changed all that much so you should be able to catch right up.
My days are routinely bad and I know people find my posts boring but....I write because my head gets too full.
I'm sure we are all just as interesting..........I like to consider who would be better in bed, Levine or Shelton. So, see you again in May?
Laughing at your full-rock opera moments, gotta have those!
Good to see a post :)
I am glad to see a post here.
So so so glad your back. I had just found you and then you where gone...
Good to see you here, my friend; I have missed you.
Obviously a lot has gone on since last we saw each other - ugly cries, gay boyfriends, voices in your head, and such (and - holding you back from what, I'm wondering; but honestly, I don't mean to pry). . .
Wishing you well, and hoping you'll still stop by from time to time. . .
dang. sorry there have been bad days mixed in with boring and routine. glad for the starbucks, cookies, and gay boyfriend to get you through.
here's a little something that may also give you a chuckle and who couldn't use that?
Hurray! You're Back! A routine you is still better than most. Smooches gracias back atcha!
I do think of you and I will. Love and Hugs, Anna
grande style. heh
I was JUST thinking about you last week, wondering if you'd left us for good. I miss your words. So I am happy to see you appear in my feeds once more.
I see your mochas with gingerbread lattes. Mmm. grande style, indeed.
xoxox
In your absence, the blogosphere has grown suckier. Coincidence? I think not.
Gosh your mind is attractive. Really, kind of hot, actually. Good to see your echoes out here again.
Squirted?
The answer to Levine in bed is very flexible. He's way into yoga. I don't know why I know that.
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