I had 2 hours of silent alone time today after 3 days of (seemingly) non-stop someone else in my personal space. I took a 30 minute hot shower with a mimosa in hand. That's what Sundays are for, right?
I have this habitual habit in my life of becoming bored and moving on very quickly to the next endeavor. Whether it be sexual partner, or other such play thing. The only difference in my game playing as I've grown older is I'm much nicer about it all. The shame lies in many finding my kindness for weakness and not truly seeing the disassociated creature incapable of emotions underneath. Or maybe I've just had too much champagne today.
In other news I went to New Orleans for the first time recently. It's a magical city and I wish I could have spent more time in it or had more insight on some better places to go. Bourbon Street just isn't my thing.. Shocking when you'd think smut and drinking would be right up my ally.
Stopped by Anne Rice's pad to say sup to my man Lestat, he wasn't home.
Other things in life.. are sloppy. I cut a used to be good friend out of my life for bringing too much self centered negativity in my good vibin I got going on. I don't have time for anchors dragging me to the depths of their own misery.
My best girl moves to Western MA within the next few months. My hearts full.
I treated myself a few times to some things.
True fact: I'm a complete introvert to the point of having anxiety when it comes to going out and interacting with people in public. This is only fueled by our shit society that feels it's ok to cat call and be a general scum to a woman alone doing her own thing. Getting my nails done, while some see it is a decadent treat, makes me want to die on the inside having to small talk about having a boyfriend or how old I am (OH, honey you no have boyfriend? you look so young, you must be 19).
Ok, ok. That's my life recently. Hows your life treating you?
xoxo
Lexie
