Iím grown woman with the mental age of a twelve year old tween.
Iíve started reading and writing poetry. Dont ask. I donít know why? Kind of wish I was better at it. There are a shit ton of people on here who know what theyíre doing. Iím not one of them.
I ate my weight in cookies today because I was mad. Super mature decision. Iím sure Iíll throw them up later.
Iím working over time to present the world a nice version of me. Epic. Fail. I want a drink and I wish I smoked. But thatís dumb Iíd just end up with a headache and stinky breath. Still wanna do it.
I have a husband but I want a boyfriend. Is that bad? Thatís probably bad. Moving on.
I saw a girl I went to high school with last week. Cheer leader. 🙄
She got fat. 😀
I still felt ugly and geeky in her presence, even after all these years. Psychologically I know thatís dumb. Realistically I know Iíll never change.
Went to Walmart for something Target didnít sell I canít remember what it was now. Self check out wanted 5Ę for the bag! I pressed 0 for number of bags. Used one anyway. Then felt too guilty and told the store manager. He didnít charge me. He was nice. I probably would have had me choke up the nickel.
I sure hope they open movie theatre's again. If I have to forfeit another hour of my life searching for a Netflix original that doesnít suck Iím going scream blue murder!
God my life is boring! I should go for a walk. Maybe I could get inspired and write a nature poem. That would be a switch. Eh! Who am I kidding? Iím not going outside.
Well Diary, I will close for now. I have laundry to fold, a dishwasher to load and furniture to NOT dust.
Write you again soon.