You know...
I'm not even sure why I keep this blog up since I so rarely write.
I suppose I keep it alive for my two fans to talk to me (meet Jim and Bart everyone), but, still, it makes me feel delinquent not to update it. All that being said, I did start to write like 3 entries 3 weeks ago. They're sitting in my drafts folder too. Never finished them, but I started. In theory, this might put me more on the positive than negative side re: blogging. I guess I won't beat myself up about it today. Maybe tomorrow.
Some randomness because I've been thinking randomly since this morning when I read a really random email (waving to strangers on the internet who remind you of being human when you need it the most):
1. If the person you miss most in the world is on Facebook and appears to no longer be married to the woman who came between you, do you send him a friend request? I mean I'm a huge chicken who is just sitting here obsessing about this so I know what my answer is (it's no), but, God, I miss him.
2. Even looking for him online today started because I am reading some damn book that I thought was a YA contemporary romance about a fated couple and the book turned out to be... wait for it... the first in a trilogy and also a parafuckingnormal romance. I am never escaping from this bullshit, right?
3. I am convinced that there is no reason for every single story in the world to be a trilogy.
4. Anyway, back to fated couples or soul mates as this book calls them. I am one who doesn't necessarily believe that your soul mate has to be a romance, but I know that's the more popular definition to romantics like you and me. It's a nice fantasy to have, but it can't be that realistic. I know my mother believes she and my dad are soul mates of a sort, and I would have to agree with her. I mean when I think back to how my parents met it does seem that it had to be fated in some way. You can't just think "Oh yeah, she just happened to meet this handsome, divorced guy with four children who she found really attractive and who had no problem adding a fifth child to his heart and life". Who would believe that story, right?
Once in my life, I believed I was fated for someone, but what I learned from that experience is that you can make anything appear to be fated.
I am really making no sense at all. Blame the medication.
5. Sitting here thinking about it though... the relationship that I made happen by sheer force of will did, in fact, gift me several lasting benefits the most important of which are The New York Giants so maybe it was fate after all.
I mean only fate could make a girl from the suburbs of Los Angeles a die hard Big Blue fan and that answers the question as to who my soul mate is...
Tom Coughlin. Obviously.
I suppose I keep it alive for my two fans to talk to me (meet Jim and Bart everyone), but, still, it makes me feel delinquent not to update it. All that being said, I did start to write like 3 entries 3 weeks ago. They're sitting in my drafts folder too. Never finished them, but I started. In theory, this might put me more on the positive than negative side re: blogging. I guess I won't beat myself up about it today. Maybe tomorrow.
Some randomness because I've been thinking randomly since this morning when I read a really random email (waving to strangers on the internet who remind you of being human when you need it the most):
1. If the person you miss most in the world is on Facebook and appears to no longer be married to the woman who came between you, do you send him a friend request? I mean I'm a huge chicken who is just sitting here obsessing about this so I know what my answer is (it's no), but, God, I miss him.
2. Even looking for him online today started because I am reading some damn book that I thought was a YA contemporary romance about a fated couple and the book turned out to be... wait for it... the first in a trilogy and also a parafuckingnormal romance. I am never escaping from this bullshit, right?
3. I am convinced that there is no reason for every single story in the world to be a trilogy.
4. Anyway, back to fated couples or soul mates as this book calls them. I am one who doesn't necessarily believe that your soul mate has to be a romance, but I know that's the more popular definition to romantics like you and me. It's a nice fantasy to have, but it can't be that realistic. I know my mother believes she and my dad are soul mates of a sort, and I would have to agree with her. I mean when I think back to how my parents met it does seem that it had to be fated in some way. You can't just think "Oh yeah, she just happened to meet this handsome, divorced guy with four children who she found really attractive and who had no problem adding a fifth child to his heart and life". Who would believe that story, right?
Once in my life, I believed I was fated for someone, but what I learned from that experience is that you can make anything appear to be fated.
I am really making no sense at all. Blame the medication.
5. Sitting here thinking about it though... the relationship that I made happen by sheer force of will did, in fact, gift me several lasting benefits the most important of which are The New York Giants so maybe it was fate after all.
I mean only fate could make a girl from the suburbs of Los Angeles a die hard Big Blue fan and that answers the question as to who my soul mate is...
Tom Coughlin. Obviously.
