(no subject)
I really thought turning 30 would be some sort of revelation, like I'd be walking down the aisles at Sainsbury's, there'd be this bolt of lighting and suddenly I'd turn into this flesh-eating Medusa-ish monster and I'd inflict pain on everyone around me because I was suddenly 30 and god forbid anyone from a silly pop group live past 20! Then I started having crazy dreams. I was Thelma and Adam was Louise and we were all prepared to drive off of the cliff, except at the last second he was like 'No lady, I'm young and I've so much to live for, like starting a Hebrew Boy Scouts of America, amongst other things.' I think I pushed him off the edge then. It was pretty romantic, if you ask me.
Whenever I force him to go shopping, we always skip hand in hand to the car gleefully and sometimes we joke about getting shot for it. I think it would be an okay way to die. But the truth is, our trips together have gotten less frequent, the phone bills smaller and even though a year and a half is a relatively small amount of time to be together, in dog years, it's been ages. Long-distance relationships are hard work, everyone knows that. It takes two and as hard as you fight it, living eight timezones apart isn't as easy as it looks on paper. That and he's still got a career, whereas me, well I'm on the fast track to nowhere.
So I started to make a list of things I wanted to accomplish before I turned 31 and:
- become a nanny for the pregnant man
was as far as I got. So that's where I'm off to. Closing one chapter and starting a new one.
[So I'm really shit at goodbyes. It's no secret I haven't been active for a long time now but I have issues letting go, okay. I was going to quietly drift off into six week territory and be done with it but this journal is 3 ½ years old now and I love this girl and everyone I've been lucky enough to interact with in that time so it's only right that I make it official. Big shout outs to everyone I loved dearly through the years, you know who you are, I hope. If I listed everyone, this post would be a mile long and I'm already emotional enough as it is. Most are long gone or lurking around in another face but you made this so much fun; sometimes frustrating, always amazing and I thank you from the bottom of my coal black heart. And hey, even if we never spoke, only exchanged a few random comments, or just had each other friended, thanks to you too for always keeping me entertained. I've not so secretly held on to the hope that S Club would reunite but I've realized that that dream, like my youth, must die. If in the off chance that they do, I'll be first in line for tickets, right behind Justin Timberlake, Alex James, Hugh Dancy, Will Young, Keiran Culkin, Duncan James, Hugh Grant, Noel Fielding, Tim Wheeler, Brian Littrell and Adam Brody. In my sick dreams, anyway. KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE, GUYS!
Adam, you know this is probably the hardest thing I've had to do in like.. forever. You deserve more thanks and flowery tributes of love than I'm capable of right now but you know how I feel. I've been putting this off for way too long just because I hate to lose you but I'm just being selfish at this point. You're hilarious, vulgar, strange and kind all rolled up into one wonderful package. My perfect man, basically. We'll keep in touch somehow, even if I have to send you mildly harassing emails THAT YOU NEVER CHECK >:O I love you 4 ever, thank you for the wild ride that was the Jewsome Twosome. Check that one place in the near future.
This is starting to sound like a High School yearbook so I'll shut up now. Peace out friends and lovers, have fun in the sun and get laid in the shade!! If you want to keep in touch somehow, shoot me a comment or pm. If not, that's okay too. Take care of yourselves, you crazy people.]
:'(
Whenever I force him to go shopping, we always skip hand in hand to the car gleefully and sometimes we joke about getting shot for it. I think it would be an okay way to die. But the truth is, our trips together have gotten less frequent, the phone bills smaller and even though a year and a half is a relatively small amount of time to be together, in dog years, it's been ages. Long-distance relationships are hard work, everyone knows that. It takes two and as hard as you fight it, living eight timezones apart isn't as easy as it looks on paper. That and he's still got a career, whereas me, well I'm on the fast track to nowhere.
So I started to make a list of things I wanted to accomplish before I turned 31 and:
- become a nanny for the pregnant man
was as far as I got. So that's where I'm off to. Closing one chapter and starting a new one.
[So I'm really shit at goodbyes. It's no secret I haven't been active for a long time now but I have issues letting go, okay. I was going to quietly drift off into six week territory and be done with it but this journal is 3 ½ years old now and I love this girl and everyone I've been lucky enough to interact with in that time so it's only right that I make it official. Big shout outs to everyone I loved dearly through the years, you know who you are, I hope. If I listed everyone, this post would be a mile long and I'm already emotional enough as it is. Most are long gone or lurking around in another face but you made this so much fun; sometimes frustrating, always amazing and I thank you from the bottom of my coal black heart. And hey, even if we never spoke, only exchanged a few random comments, or just had each other friended, thanks to you too for always keeping me entertained. I've not so secretly held on to the hope that S Club would reunite but I've realized that that dream, like my youth, must die. If in the off chance that they do, I'll be first in line for tickets, right behind Justin Timberlake, Alex James, Hugh Dancy, Will Young, Keiran Culkin, Duncan James, Hugh Grant, Noel Fielding, Tim Wheeler, Brian Littrell and Adam Brody. In my sick dreams, anyway. KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE, GUYS!
Adam, you know this is probably the hardest thing I've had to do in like.. forever. You deserve more thanks and flowery tributes of love than I'm capable of right now but you know how I feel. I've been putting this off for way too long just because I hate to lose you but I'm just being selfish at this point. You're hilarious, vulgar, strange and kind all rolled up into one wonderful package. My perfect man, basically. We'll keep in touch somehow, even if I have to send you mildly harassing emails THAT YOU NEVER CHECK >:O I love you 4 ever, thank you for the wild ride that was the Jewsome Twosome. Check that one place in the near future.
This is starting to sound like a High School yearbook so I'll shut up now. Peace out friends and lovers, have fun in the sun and get laid in the shade!! If you want to keep in touch somehow, shoot me a comment or pm. If not, that's okay too. Take care of yourselves, you crazy people.]
Click to view:'(