Where's your cherry?

Ok so I'm not really sure how to take this. People keep trying to set me up. Like... twice in a week. I'm not sure if I should be flattered? Or offended. Do I seem desperate? Lonely? Am I obnoxiously single? Is it my time? My destiny? Is it in the hands of my old friend's brothers roommate?? All this time. The cherry on my sundae has been in Ithaca. 

Who knew?


Seriously. I've been dating kinda! I've done a movie... I've done dinner!... I'm out there. 

I think now we're in a world where not only are people afraid to be alone.. they're afraid for other people to be alone. It's their duty as a humanitarian to make sure I have someone to go apple picking with this autumn. And that I have someone to take me ice skating downtown this Winter. 

When really? I may not have 1 specific person to do all that with. I may not have anything set in stone with anyone... But I can honestly say.. for the first time in my life I'm happy being me, and being alone. And saying "I'm alone" isn't some emo cry for help. Fuck you! There's nothing wrong. It's not like I'm some hermit cat lady....

I'm going to go do all that shit, by the way.... I make an incredible apple sauce. And I can do a pretty sweet twirly spin thing and not bust my ass or the ice. I'm fucking talented at this seasonal shit. I should have an apron that says that. "I'm fucking good at this shit. Kiss my ass"



Homemaker of the year..



I feel as if I should have several men in my life. This is something I'm half serious about. I'm legit, a complex person. I fucking love going out and doing shit.... I love staying home and doing the opposite. I love waking up early to go on some great adventure... I love waking up early to switch sides and stretch and fall back asleep.... I love dressing up and going out... drinking.. laughing... singing.. dancing.. all night... or.. throwing on pjs and a hoodie and splitting a bottle or 6 of wine with my beeches. I love going to hockey games. I love movies. I love concerts. I love musicals. I love cigar bars. I love townie bars. I love bar bars. I love spending time with my family. I love seeing old friends, and catching up with the regulars. I fucking love the zoo. I love coming home to someone. I love coming home to no one but my cat. I love having someone to let me in. I love not knowing what tomorrow will bring, and I love having an itinerary..


Until someone who will do all that shit comes around.. there's no need for me to settle. I don't think there's anything wrong with that. 



People are so focused on what's right and what's wrong... what's accepted... what's frowned upon... People get so caught up in that... they miss EVERYTHING... I used to just sit back and worry and wonder

 and... still.. someone would disapprove of me. Or my life. Of my choices. Fuck that. Someone will ALWAYS disapprove. Always. Your best bet is to live how you want to live. Do what makes you happy, but fucking learn. LEARN. For the love of God, LEARN!!! Think of how you felt. How you feel... Do you disapprove? Are you dissatisfied? Are you bothered by it? Can you live with it? It's a big scary world out there. It's easy to make friends... it's easier to lose them. It's WAY easy to make enemies. 

Take chances. Get out there. Do your thing. Do it for YOU. Not for the kid your uncle worked with on a job back last April.





Do it.



And then do my laundry.