I have been on hiatus. I took a break, from myself. Could give some ridiculous reason/excuse, "blah blah," about why I haven't been writing but I've got nothing. Creativity block, perhaps. Instead of having some particular topic of analytical dissection, I will pull a season finale of Tosh, and re-cap.
In the past few months, I got bored with monotony, and decided to mix it up. Quit my job(s). Packed my stuff. Relocated. Started new job. Made new friends. Ripped hole in my foot. Present day. Feel like you know everything now? Great.
Where to start? Yes. I moved. I got tired of seeing the same people every day. Tired of craving something new to do. And MOST IMPORTANTLY, I got really tired of the stupid drama that comes from my own friends.
Tangent, and bitch slap for people I associate with on a boozing basis: the majority of you must have peaked in high school because it seems as though you're trying to recreate senior year on a weekend basis. I have never heard of so many grown adults gossiping, in my life. Maybe when people are constantly in your business, it should be taken as a compliment. Instead, I view it as an annoying headache. Grow up, fools!
Back to relevance...
I packed up and moved with a good friend of mine to my state's capitol. Also, the home of lots of denim and generic boots, people who would cut off a limb to be famous, and terrible drivers. Oh, and I LOVE it. In the wonderful 25, cough cough, years I have been alive, I have moved a few times. This is my favorite city thus far. There is always something to do, and it is very rarely the same thing. You still get that awesome Southern hospitality, which I can't seem to live without. P.S., Yankee accents make me want to pull out someone else's hair. (Why would I ruin mine? It's fantastic.)
I got a job at a really awesome place with super cool co-workers. Not always easy to find the combination of the two. There are a lot of females where I work at as well. Boy, did I get lucky. Most of the time, an abundance in female employees means the clock seems to stand still during a shift. Oh, you know what I mean. "There's this boy that I like, and I don't know why he hasn't called." "Oh, I'm cramping sooooo bad so I can't do much today." (Usually about twice a month.) "And she said blah blah blah, and I said blah blah, so she said blah." Give my poor ears a break. I'm at work. Not on an episode of The View. Good thing this job has some cool chicks who like to work hard and party just as hard.
Everything that has happened in this city so far seems to be pretty bad ass. Found a few really cool spots to frequent. Love that if you "class it up," as a female out and about, guys actually pay for drinks. And, contrary to what that means for some, I'm not bedazzling anything. Not for lack of trying. If any of my readers have a bedazzler or would purchase me one, I would rock some fancy denim out on the town in a heartbeat.
Worst thing that's happened so far, since the move, is my debilitating foot wound I currently am sporting. Summation: found a nail with my bare foot. Kind of walked a little more after I stepped down, equaling a hole/rip in the bottom of my foot. Feels amazing. Looked like I was auditioning for a massacre movie when my roommate walked in the house. She hates blood. Score.
Even whilst I sat in a government funded, seemingly hepatitis filled clinic today, I was still happy to be in my new city. (Turns out, tetanus shots are free if you can brave a waiting room where you feel like you could be the shot minority at any point.) Happy to be here but not happy to be immobile. Oh well, cabin fever led to me writing again.
Life is good. Perhaps that is why I haven't written anything in a while. I tend to have an abundance of creativity when I'm not mega happy. Safe to say I'm pretty happy right now. I'm a lucky girl. Hope it doesn't turn me into a creativity lacking loser.
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