These nights I get high just from breathing.
I want to have nights like last night for the rest of my life.
As per our Wednesday night tradition, Boyfriend and I had people over for dinner and Lost. We made fajitas and drank Modelo and theorized about Lost and education philosophy. We smoked too many cigarettes and looked at jerks on the internet. We bitched about women and their crazy woman brains and then got real. Afterwards, when we're cleaning up I look at Boyfriend and say "We have such a good life together." and he concurs.
Today I'm wearing my grocery store dress (the dress I'm supposed to wear to the grocery store always, not a dress I bought from the grocery store) and it makes me feel pretty even though I'm not wearing makeup and barely brushed my hair.
This weekend I'm driving into Pensacola (hopefully, with Eric). I have no plans beyond finishing Scenes From A Marriage and See Jane Win and having my hair did. I would like to eat at Norma's, go garage saleing, go see Vacancy and/or Blades of Glory. If you live in Pensacola and are interested in any of these activities, please call me.
Also, I'm trying to recognize the holiness in each person and remind myself that each of us (even the people who totally suck) are God's children. But some people make it so hard for me.
I really wish that I didn't feel so embarressed when I talk about my spirituality. I think it's so hard for me because I view spirituality and my faith as extremely personal things and probably, most people who know me casually think I'm an atheist. I can talk about religion and being a Catholic all fucking day. I cannot talk about believing in God, the afterlife, etc. without feeling really uncomfortable. I wish it wasn't that way.
I'm not sure why I've been blogging so much as of late. I used to feel like I had nothing to say/no one was interested in what I had to say. And maybe that's still true but my need to write all of this down is overwhelming. Maybe I feel like everything is so wonderful that I need to document it if/when it all goes away.
As per our Wednesday night tradition, Boyfriend and I had people over for dinner and Lost. We made fajitas and drank Modelo and theorized about Lost and education philosophy. We smoked too many cigarettes and looked at jerks on the internet. We bitched about women and their crazy woman brains and then got real. Afterwards, when we're cleaning up I look at Boyfriend and say "We have such a good life together." and he concurs.
Today I'm wearing my grocery store dress (the dress I'm supposed to wear to the grocery store always, not a dress I bought from the grocery store) and it makes me feel pretty even though I'm not wearing makeup and barely brushed my hair.
This weekend I'm driving into Pensacola (hopefully, with Eric). I have no plans beyond finishing Scenes From A Marriage and See Jane Win and having my hair did. I would like to eat at Norma's, go garage saleing, go see Vacancy and/or Blades of Glory. If you live in Pensacola and are interested in any of these activities, please call me.
Also, I'm trying to recognize the holiness in each person and remind myself that each of us (even the people who totally suck) are God's children. But some people make it so hard for me.
I really wish that I didn't feel so embarressed when I talk about my spirituality. I think it's so hard for me because I view spirituality and my faith as extremely personal things and probably, most people who know me casually think I'm an atheist. I can talk about religion and being a Catholic all fucking day. I cannot talk about believing in God, the afterlife, etc. without feeling really uncomfortable. I wish it wasn't that way.
I'm not sure why I've been blogging so much as of late. I used to feel like I had nothing to say/no one was interested in what I had to say. And maybe that's still true but my need to write all of this down is overwhelming. Maybe I feel like everything is so wonderful that I need to document it if/when it all goes away.