Sure, I still post more than the average normal human with a life, but way less than my usual.
I’m getting sick of writing detailed recaps of my days, because I don’t think anybody really cares…and I don’t really care.
No more recaps unless I think it’s something exciting…or if I’m really bored and have nothing to do, which doesn’t happen so often anymore.
One of the greatest parts about having a live journal is to be able to go back in four years or whenever and realize what your life was like, what your feelings were like, etc…so I’ve decided to leave myself a little note:
Don’t ever forget how lucky you are.
Yes you may be living in your parents basement, but at least you have parents that will help you out if you need it.
Yes your job can be quite boring at times, but at least you have a job, and it pays pretty damn well for your education level.
Yes, car payments are expensive, but at least you don’t drive a truck anymore (crazy woman)….I bet you drive an electric car now, as you will only be having the cobalt for three years.
Most importantly: Don’t forget what makes you the luckiest girl in the world. On a day in which you were feeling mightily crappy, the stars aligned and you just happened to meet the most perfect man in the world for you. He gets all your stupid jokes, he’s ok with the fact that you are just a bit ditzy and crazy, and in fact might even find it endearing. He brings you NyQuil when you are sick (and by no fault of his own gets way too excited about it). He lets you drag him to all your geeky activities like Science Fiction Conventions and Renaissance fairs and he has a good attitude about it. And he doesn’t get very angry when you get short and stressed out and take your spazziness out on him (and that’s huge). Sure he gets crabby, and he has a very particular attachment to his leftovers, but there’s really nobody better in the world for you. So really you are the luckiest girl in the world. Oh and to top all of that, he’s totally hot. Lucky girl.