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Hmmm, no luck yet on any friends online. I have a hard time meeting new people. I guess my only friends are my family and most of which are Neils. Ahhh, I love them but you can't talk about that sort of stuff with your mother in-law. Em moves on Friday and promises that we will keep in touch and talk all the time, but you know how that goes?! I love Em to pieces and I will miss her. Maybe this is a sign for me to step up, face my faults and get some fucking friends. I love my husband and daughter, they make me happy but I just can't seem to be happy. Does that make sense? I have a doctors appointment next week and I hope that some magic pill will make it all better.
I made supper tonight and it was the most horrid thing I have ever made. I made chicken soup that tasted like ass. Thinking that I was a wonder god in the kitchen and could whip up my own rendition of a soup. I failed, and the sad part is I made enough for the whole fucking country. I can cook...........but that is by the book only! If there was no such thing as a cooking book, we would all starve or be really really fat from eating take out all the time. I know that there is classes for that sort of thing, but I think that it is like singing or drawing, it just comes naturally. Do you think that you can LEARN to be a master cook?
I am so frustrated, remember when you used to get goosebumps and your tummy would flip upside down when your special someone would walk into the room? I miss that? Are you suppose to have that till the day you die with someone? I mean I love my husband and every once and awhile that will happen, but is it suppose to be all the time? Ya, Romeo and Juliet were madely in love but if they didn't kill themselves would they still feel like that in 50 or even 5 yrs?
Something to think about?
I made supper tonight and it was the most horrid thing I have ever made. I made chicken soup that tasted like ass. Thinking that I was a wonder god in the kitchen and could whip up my own rendition of a soup. I failed, and the sad part is I made enough for the whole fucking country. I can cook...........but that is by the book only! If there was no such thing as a cooking book, we would all starve or be really really fat from eating take out all the time. I know that there is classes for that sort of thing, but I think that it is like singing or drawing, it just comes naturally. Do you think that you can LEARN to be a master cook?
I am so frustrated, remember when you used to get goosebumps and your tummy would flip upside down when your special someone would walk into the room? I miss that? Are you suppose to have that till the day you die with someone? I mean I love my husband and every once and awhile that will happen, but is it suppose to be all the time? Ya, Romeo and Juliet were madely in love but if they didn't kill themselves would they still feel like that in 50 or even 5 yrs?
Something to think about?