someone torched their car at 6 this morning. confused the hell out of me. blaring endless horn, smoke, flames, firetrucks, followed by mini explosions. Finally figured it out and went back to sleep.
new year's eve I decided to hang alone. It's been a tough year. I had invites (I'm not a total loser). I had two date offers but I didn't know them that well and decided that would not be a good way to start off the new year (for me anyway), I also got invited to be the 7th wheel at a couples party (I'd rather have a date with a stranger), my ex invited me over (also seems bad). So, instead I hung with my cat and my dog. We spent a good hour hanging in my middle hallway as everyone decided to unload their guns (all of their guns). In my hood, that is a lot of ammo! In my hood I hear gunfire all the time and generally that means someone is getting shot. I wasn't psyched about all the gunshots and got nervous about random bullets. I stayed away from the windows. My poor dog had a panic attack.
I'm glad I stayed home though.
Today I'm heading to get some fabric..yeah! Then catching Black Swan. It looks good.
I feel like I spent the last year in solitude. Well not entirely true as I have several dear friends. Due to my health situation though I haven't really been out to meet people that much. I mean really, how do you party on chemo? you just don't..that's how. It's been tough being inside so much and the only new friends I've made are those with cancer. That's not a bad thing as I've met some of the strongest and most amazing women I'd ever hope to meet. I'm ready to get out there again...live, flirt, kiss some boys.
Kissing is the best. Ok I kissed a couple boys since diagnosis..I mean shit, I'm cute..even sans hair but what I mean is I'm ready for some fun. What does that mean exactly? Hell if I know.
new year's eve I decided to hang alone. It's been a tough year. I had invites (I'm not a total loser). I had two date offers but I didn't know them that well and decided that would not be a good way to start off the new year (for me anyway), I also got invited to be the 7th wheel at a couples party (I'd rather have a date with a stranger), my ex invited me over (also seems bad). So, instead I hung with my cat and my dog. We spent a good hour hanging in my middle hallway as everyone decided to unload their guns (all of their guns). In my hood, that is a lot of ammo! In my hood I hear gunfire all the time and generally that means someone is getting shot. I wasn't psyched about all the gunshots and got nervous about random bullets. I stayed away from the windows. My poor dog had a panic attack.
I'm glad I stayed home though.
Today I'm heading to get some fabric..yeah! Then catching Black Swan. It looks good.
I feel like I spent the last year in solitude. Well not entirely true as I have several dear friends. Due to my health situation though I haven't really been out to meet people that much. I mean really, how do you party on chemo? you just don't..that's how. It's been tough being inside so much and the only new friends I've made are those with cancer. That's not a bad thing as I've met some of the strongest and most amazing women I'd ever hope to meet. I'm ready to get out there again...live, flirt, kiss some boys.
Kissing is the best. Ok I kissed a couple boys since diagnosis..I mean shit, I'm cute..even sans hair but what I mean is I'm ready for some fun. What does that mean exactly? Hell if I know.
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I'd say something about the gunshots, but the issue with the gun is philly fills me with such disgust, I can't say anything civilized.
Oh yeah. Hi tiff!