girl monday

I just got a Limp Bizkit song stuck in my head all of a sudden. I’m sure you wanted to know that, ha ha! Anyway, guess what? Chicken butt… okay, sorry. Seriously, though:

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Oh no I didn’t! Oh yes I did. Feel free to follow along, or leave my poor sister all by her lonesome. :P

Today is so nice. Blue skies, a nice breeze, mild temperature, a few clouds here and there. I have every window in my house open. Well, almost every window; big, stupid “decorative” windows that don’t open, ha ha! I’ve already been to the bank, washed the car (who knew it was white? lol), and done laundry. Now, I’m just kicking back with a beer in hand, waiting on my nice fat “homemade” pizza to finish cooking.

After that, I’m going to work on starting a new chapter in life. To start, cleaning out all of the clutter. That’s a good start, right? I think so. The other night, just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I said to myself, “I’m going to stop pretending.” Pretending, you say? Yes. Pretending I’m happy, pretending to enjoy things I hate, pretending to like certain people just to keep the peace, etc. Pretending. I’m not being true to myself. I’m not being my true self…if there is such a thing. Who knows?

Also, I think I may have outgrown Blogsome. I’d like to do things with Girl Monday that I just can’t do here. So, stayed tuned for something on that front, I guess. I may have to institute a name change. Hey, new chapter, right?

I miss my “boyfriend”, George.

George was my brother’s friend’s uncle (purple monkey dishwasher). He developed a crush on me in all the times I would pick my brother up from his friend’s. They would give him so much shit about it that he would run into the other room & peek around the corner when I came in. I could hear them while I was walking up the driveway, “George, your girlfriend’s here.” He would then proceed to giggle his ass off and be all shy. He was too sweet.

George had Down’s Syndrome.

All of this past tense… my brother told me that George died a few years ago. I was really upset when I found that out. I wish someone had told me; I’d have gone and said goodbye.

Work is sucking my will to live.