I ramble because I'm too lazy to use legitimate punctuation
I know I should be taking these opportunities to write, these times when I feel like I can really get it out, throw it out onto paper (internet paper check it OUT!) & start to make some sense of it, what I'm doing lately, what direction I'm headed in, what I've decided upon, end run on sentence.
Today was long, today was epic, today was a little bit of every aspect of my life thrown together starting at the crack of dawn with impatient honking in my driveway & finally beginning to wind down now that I've been dropped at my house after an impromptu trip to Montpelier.
& the drunk dialing, or the not so much drunk dialing, because I definitely wasn't drunk when I dialed the phone, juggling my new bottle of wine & high heels & bag, I guess it came after because that's what happens when you drink wine from the bottle YOU LOSE ALL SENSE OF PORTION CONTROL.
but the wine buzz, the kind of buzzy glowing feeling I get when I can't tell if it's the booze or the hour or the day or the voice on the other end of the phone so,
I guess a combination of all those factors?
& throw in a little bit of my god I loved my mom tonight.
she'd never been to a gaaaaaaay event I've done, never showed interest, but I never asked her, either, but I did, & there she was, meeting people I work with & admire, seeing this part of my life I've tried to make her understand but never think to include her in,
it was so easy
but I'm getting teary again thinking about it = I should keep it cute & call it a night.
I'm so sappy, I feel like someone might need to hold an intervention at some point, but for now I'm going to go with it because I like how I feel right now.
Today was long, today was epic, today was a little bit of every aspect of my life thrown together starting at the crack of dawn with impatient honking in my driveway & finally beginning to wind down now that I've been dropped at my house after an impromptu trip to Montpelier.
& the drunk dialing, or the not so much drunk dialing, because I definitely wasn't drunk when I dialed the phone, juggling my new bottle of wine & high heels & bag, I guess it came after because that's what happens when you drink wine from the bottle YOU LOSE ALL SENSE OF PORTION CONTROL.
but the wine buzz, the kind of buzzy glowing feeling I get when I can't tell if it's the booze or the hour or the day or the voice on the other end of the phone so,
I guess a combination of all those factors?
& throw in a little bit of my god I loved my mom tonight.
she'd never been to a gaaaaaaay event I've done, never showed interest, but I never asked her, either, but I did, & there she was, meeting people I work with & admire, seeing this part of my life I've tried to make her understand but never think to include her in,
it was so easy
but I'm getting teary again thinking about it = I should keep it cute & call it a night.
I'm so sappy, I feel like someone might need to hold an intervention at some point, but for now I'm going to go with it because I like how I feel right now.