Blog Therapy and Whatnot

Wow, I'm so lame. 4 posts a month apart each, then nothing for 3 months. Well. Here I am again. Feeling the need to pour some ink onto paper....or pixels on a screen. Either one.

#1. Apparantly you have to defrost shrimp? Craptastic.

The 'rents are gone this weekend, off to see my brother up in Steubie. My really lame reason for not going is work. Which is true. But still. I should've gone. Of course, I would've missed that lovely panic attack I just had about an hour ago. Seriously, how does one get over a boyfriend? Cause I'm quite tired of missing him, 5 and a bit months later. I'd never admit it to anyone, but I think I'm honestly lonely.

I could call up my friend, A, with whom I had a lovely afternoon Sunday. We chilled at her place after a birthday party (at a cornmaze. In the rain. We are (awesome) (legit) rednecks.) We were pretty wet, so she let me borrow a pair of sweatpants (after we went food buying, and she got her flu shot. She was so nervous about the shot, I literally felt her anxiety). She proceeded to cook us a delicious dinner as we watched an episode of Bones (so sidenote: I used to love that show, but haven't watched in forever. That episode, from the newest season? LAME. They not only made it almost completely about a relationship (it's a frakking crime show folks!) but they changed the camera-ing to make its transformation into a soap opera complete. Holy crap. EW.)  What with the food, borrowed sweatpants, and alone-ness in her house, I seriously felt like I was her date; I was some guy she brought home. That was an interesting feeling. Granted, it was kinda true. *sigh* Her boyfriend broke up with her, poor dear, I believe the day before. So I was her replacement boyfriend. Even though I'm a woman. Somehow I'm totally okay with that. (I even texted her 2 days after, to wish her a good day. WTH is up with me?)

But I'm not going to call her. (Not least because I'd like people (MOM) to stop doubting my sexuality. Leave me alone folks) She's stressed, and I'm bad at conversations. (<-those sound like really lame reasons. But IRL they're better. I promise)

Instead, I'm typing all this out. I'm going to use blog therapy to get over my loneliness, and my missing-ex-itis. Whew. I feel better already. Maybe I'll do this more often? Just what the doctor ordered.... Love ya folks!

P.S. Here's a photo. Cause all that text without a picture is BORING.

Sorry about the amateur watermark; I'm lazy and don't want to make a nice one yet, but I don't want anyone stealing my photographs. I intend on making my living on them someday....