So here’s what happened.

Before I left, I was doing a pretty good job of posting once or twice a week. And really, once you have that momentum, it’s easy to keep it up. However, once I left, I didn’t post for 10 days. And then, the thought of posting and writing about the vacay seemed daunting. Then the thoughts about writing about my work drama seemed exhausting. So I had nothing to write about. And I couldn’t really get into it. Every time I thought of writing here, I thought of 5 million other things that would be so much more fun. It has really just become a vicious cycle: not posting makes it harder and harder to want to post.

But I, like you, am fucking sick of seeing the same damn shit up every time I click on my own damn page so I guess I have to write SOMETHING.

It’s been pretty damn rough since I came back from the Wedding that never was. I found out that we are being kicked out of our office. And let me tell you-IT SUCKS. I have pretty much been an emotional basket case. I mean, I always knew that my co-workers made the job for me. Literally. My job is boring. I don’t love it. But, I’d rather work at a boring, OK job with people I love, than a job I love with people I can’t stand (trust me, I’ve done this).

So, since I have come back and this news has been confirmed I have been depressed and crying randomly at my desk. I didn’t go to Jen’s book signing because I just couldn’t get it up (Haven’t written a review for Such a Pretty Fat for the same reason).

And you know what? IT FUCKING SUCKS. FYI: Being sad and depressed sucks. Also? If one more person tells me “A year from now, this will probably be the best thing that could have happened” I will fucking donkey punch them.

Let’s see . . . anything else going on? No, not really. That has pretty much been all consuming. We are going to see Sex and the City: The Movie Friday (of course). That should be good times. We are going out for drinks beforehand and after, we will probably go check out the new swanky bowling alley, Lucky Strike. I have thought about going so many times before, but since they have a dress code, I have always been obviously under-dressed. I mean, since everything is so close, I have sadly become way to comfortable to go EVERYWHERE in my pajamas.

And that’s it. Hopefully now that I have broken my silence, I will be able to start posting regularly again. Of course, if you hold your breath, I am going to feel really bad at your funeral.

Quote of the day:

“I don’t believe that. I only believe God!!”
(Said by the Russian woman giving me a facial, after seeing my red string and becoming angry)

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