here's the thing...being single this time around has not sucked...it's actually been quite...well, amazing, to say the least.
a coworker gave me this book a while ago. i took it as a sweet gesture but didn't think that i would be one of those people that would need a self-help book. after all, my relationship has been over for a very long time, it was just the actual official "breakup" that took a while longer. okay, a whole hell of a lot longer.
in any case, i had a sad moment
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and finally sat down and read the book (it's called a breakup because it's broken). cover to cover; beginning to end and then beginning to end again. i realized i had already been doing a lot of the positive things the book suggested. working out, seeing friends, eliminating any and all things that reminded me of my ex. how cool am i?
and then all of a sudden, just as the book stated, one day i wasn't thinking of my ex anymore.
and then i started dating again.
and then i realized that although i was over my ex, dating is NOT what i want to be doing right now. especially since i just got the entire bed back to myself. how i have missed having the entire bed just to myself, without some lump taking up my space.
one day i will want to share my space again, but right now, it feels too good to have it all to myself. selfish? yes. do i care? no.
plus, i've been in love with someone for a very long time and have been in denial. time to be honest.
he's from st. louis, he's smart and oh-so-sexy...
sleep tight, kids
happy friday the 13th.
here's the issue:
i have a very runny nose. it runs and runs and runs like a leaky tap. i should own stock in kleenex. i am a drip. literally and figuratively.
combine that with current episode of house i'm watching that mentions "nasal pruritus". yes it's as disgusting as it sounds.
so, runny nose + nasal pruritus = allison has a tumor. sure, why not. pfft.
maybe this little jump of runny nose to possible tumor can be attributed to a) getting up and working out at 5:30am b) working until 7:00pm c) too much tv and internet exposure d) general paranoia aka hypochondria e) a,b,c & d.
either way, hugh laurie is my kind of guy so i won't stop watching house anytime soon, despite the paranoia. to the trolls who say "oh, you know him only from house, you have no idea the depths of hugh laurie you damn american girl". i say "ha!". i loved him from fry and laurie AND black adder. dry english wit makes me all crazy and happy. i KNOW, weird, right?
hey, now that i've covered my obsession with my nose and hugh laurie (don't worry, an eddie izzard essay will follow at some point)
let me update you on my life, 'cause you know, if it's not all about me, then it just isn't fun...pfft
i'm moving. this makes the sixth time in three years. let me do the numbers for you: six moves/3 years = 2 moves per year or one move per six months on average. yes, it's crazy but change is good, right? right!?!
even after the chaos in my life...you know what i'm concentrating on right now? my visit to dino and jim this weekend and then the cure concert i'm going to with abel and co.
srsly, how much better can life possibly get?
oh, there's ALWAYS a way life can get better, silly.
such as, you ask?
such as a commercial that doesn't irritate the CRAP out of me. in fact, it kind of makes me happy the way this commercial used to.
and that, my sweet darlings...THAT is the end of my post.
"When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn't a sign that they "don't understand" one another, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to."
-Helen Rowland
As of April 9th I am officially divorced. I was married for 7 years, 7 months, 5 days, 22 hours.
Mart has run off to London to be a rock star. Nope, not joking. Going to miss that crazy man.
Punkin y Mart circa 2003
except for the fact that i got a rose from one of my best girlfriends...and a voodoo doll from another friend..otherwise, it really did suck.
