So what does ‘A Fabulous Mess’ mean? Well… I never seem to be able to take a direct route to anywhere. I never really felt like I knew where I was heading, and I never knew what I really wanted. Some would say that maybe I’ve made a mess of things because I am no where near where I thought I would be at this age and have never been able to make a decision. But, despite all the mistakes I know I have made, I also know that I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve learned so much about life and myself through everything I’ve done, and, though I may have made a mess, I know that everything will end up fabulous in the end.



Ramblings

So I’ve been busy with work and my birthday and family stuff for the past week and I just last night was able to catch up on my sleep… I went to bed at 11 pm last night and slept straight through until 9 am this morning. I was pretty beat.

Tonight is my first night out in awhile and I’m heading to the South Side to watch the Pens game, where I am hoping to run into a drunk Juile Gong. We shall see how the night goes.

I have lost another pound, but then I gained it back so I’m right were I was. Which is the lightest I’ve been since 2003.

I bought a mattress! Yay! It arrives on Wednesday.

O… well, after I told him I didn’t want him to come here in July he sort of started being a dick and we argued pretty much every day last week. Then, Thursday night, I thought to myself ‘Why are you fucking fighting with him? Why are you spending your time and energy fighting with your ex-boyfriend who is in Brazil and who you don’t know if or when you will ever see again?’ So I said, Fuck it. Thursday night I stopped responding to his texts, but I’ve gotten a few every day from him “just to say hi”. I’m going to venture to say I’m probably going to respond tonight because beer will be involved, but I’m in a much better place mentally now than I was before… I don’t think I want him anymore. I keep remembering the guy who was all the wonderful things to me and forgetting the asshole he became and, even though the words he said when we said goodbye linger in my head and mean a lot to me… words aren’t enough. Not anymore.

In other news… I have some crazy rash. HOT. I got new soap for my birthday and used it on my face and promptly broke out in a red, bumpy rash. Thursday night I had to put icepacks on it at work because it was so sore and itchy — it’s allergies, not contagious so, yes, I was working — and I bought hydrocortisone cream yesterday morning. And then I salved it all over my face all day yesterday and all day today. It’s not red anymore and it doesn’t itch when it has the cream on it, but I’m sure that after I have one beer tonight, my whole face will light up like a Christmas tree. I may not be drinking much afterall.

A few random thoughts…

1. Is anyone familiar with Dibs? Those little bitesized ice cream snacks? Well, I saw the commercial in which they were compared to a big soft pretzel so I checked them out at the store and the amount of fat in those little Dibs is unreal! Stick with the pretzel. Throw the Dibs at someone.

2. I hate that everyone tries to make Tyra Banks into Jesus on America’s Next Top Model.

3. I cannot wait to see the Sex and the City movie. I might go see it alone on opening day. I’ve scoured the internet for spoilers. If anyone knows any, let me know.

Ltr.


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Jen, I suppose that “Sex and the City” is the ultimate chick flick. This is one of those movies where many moviegoers will go in groups. I don’t think that the audience will be very quiet when you go.

So, how was your brother’s wedding? I believe that he is getting hitched this month, is that right?

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