delilahb

It's memorial day. It's the "start" of summer. It's not even 50 degrees outside and it's been raining for two weeks straight. If I didn't know better, I'd say that I was in Portland in October. Alas, I'm in Montana in May.

So it's been a while. What's my excuse? None really. I've just been preoccupied with other things like shopping, painting, reading, watching good films, hanging out with friends, and dreaming.

But it's time to come back to my little SG world. It's been too long.

In the last two weeks I have managed to do these things: get a new job, buy four baby chickens (named after the American Idol finalists--pathetic, I know), buy $200 on frivoulous clothing objects (skirts, shirts, belts, hoodies, etc), start painting three new geometric sets for my bathroom, fell in love with Holland, Firth and McGregor.

And that's about it. Is it good, you ask? Sure. I guess I can't really complain. I'm not dead. I'm healthy. It's (almost) summer. But then, how can it be better? Well...I need friends who really understand me. I need those boys who know I love them to understand that admit that deep down they love me to (uhum). I need more adventure (although, I always get it and turn it down at the last minute, so I'm not asking for that anymore). I need someone to call me and set that date for the half an hour of pure bliss that always comes around this time of year.

Something I have been thinking a lot about lately are kids and marriage. If anyone asks me at any give moment, I'm likely to tell you that I don't want kids of my own and I don't want to get married (unless it's by an Elvis impersonator in Las Vegas...then yes, I'm all for that), but lately, that's all I want, and it's fucking killing me. Seriously! But no, no, I must remember my selfish ways. Must remember my dreams of travel and being single and independent and able to do things without a companion to keep me company.

Have you seen Down with Love? It's horrible...but it made me think...and I think in a bad way...