back for a moment. or two.

whoa nelly. thumbody fell of the blog wagon.

and that thumbody is me.

in order to avoid overwhelming you, dear friends and stalkers, let’s break this post up into two sections… shall we? i feel as though i owe you a explanation for my absence. well, not really. i just assume you wonder what’s been going on up in here. (up in here.) we shall dedicate that to part I. and because it’s been so long since our last chit chat, we must get caught up on events and fun things. that shall be part II. got it? good.

part I: what’s the deal, yo?

first, step off my back already. i said i’d explain. you know how books are made up of many chapters and casseroles are made up of many ingredients? i love corn casserole. especially when my mom makes it. which has nothing to do with why i haven’t been blogging. the past few months have been a particular hard season of life–very uninspiring and full of personal struggles. if you know me well, you know that i have a really hard time being completely vulnerable and transparent. but to write about a struggle and toss it up here on the interwebs for all the world to see? yeah. you can forget that. i got tired of trying to find something surface to write about all the time, so it’s just been easier not to write at all.

the hard season isn’t over–i’m just feeling particularly inspired tonight (and slightly guilty because you’re whining about being neglected). i would really like to make an attempt (as feeble as it may be) to share some of what’s been going on inside my head… maybe one day soon those thoughts will come together and form words. when they do, i will direct them to this blog here and we’ll see what we come up with. but please, just don’t psycho-analyze it all–i don’t always make sense. or if you do, don’t tell me. 

part II. what’s new? 

welll… funny you ask! let’s catch up.

the apartment drama continues. (cue dramatic music here.) it flooded twice last week. (note: sixth and seventh time in a year.) what is it they say about the number seven? isn’t it lucky or something? yeah, the seventh flood was sewage. eewage. needless to say, i had a hot date with the rug doctor all weekend–and it was steamy. 

my lease isn’t up for another month or so, but i’ve already been scouting out new places in the hood. i’m loving living on the east side and definitely want to stay in the area! i looked at an adorable 1 br place this week and i just might take it. the jury’s still out on that decision. but i will say that to have the option of flushing my toilet without it all coming back up is a huuuuge plus. ick.

i had my first reese’s peanut butter egg of the season today and it put a smile on my face. and probably a pound on my hips. but who’s counting? and it’s january… have the powers that be always put out easter candy this early?

i am utterly and completely convinced that the flu shot is a government scam. it’s really just sugar water and a big needle. they only make these shots available to people for the mental health of the american public–so that people think they aren’t going to get sick. they are actually the weak ones, allowing themselves to be fooled by this big scheme. it’s all a mind game. a fraud. i got a flu shot six years ago and another one this year. and i got the flu both years. redonkulous.

dallas has temporarily turned into an ice cube not once–but twice in the past two months. good lawd, is it summertime yet? i was not made for this weather. the snow bypasses us every time, but the ice wants to be our new bff. from what i can tell, dallas residents do not return the sentiment. the temperature is warmer and the ice has melted, but now the entire city is covered in a layer of salt and sand. everywhere you go, you’re in a cloud of it–makes me feel sorry for pig pen.

this right here is my new favorite blog. andy’s a second degree friend (a friend of a friend) that i’ve never met, but holy cow. his writing puts a chuckle on my heart. or a smile in my belly. whatever you like. 

this video is genius.

i am hungry. there are some cheez-its and a shiner on the counter calling my name. 

hope you all are well… let’s not wait so long to chat again, alright?


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