exuberant. That is the word that comes to mind every time I treat myself to a starbucks coffee. The price is outrageous. But I have a habit to support. It’s not coffee… brewed anyway, it’s espresso. I love it. A lot. Too much. I can’t afford $5 a day like I used to. It’s silly to do that. I should go three months without coffee and just buy a machine. I should. I think I might.
Tonight I’m going to my best friend’s birthday dinner. I never thought that I’d have a best friend at this age, but I do. She is great. We get along like apples and caramel. Though we don’t hang out tons, we see each other often. Sometimes we go awhile with out speaking, yet we are the best of buds. Well, we maybe go two three days most with out touching base. I should base my relationships on this friendship. I might be more successful at them.
All in all, I’m happy today. Yesterday I was about ready to implode with all the buzzing around me. I had a nice quiet evening at home. Cleaned up some, watched Simpsons and soaked my feet. After the dinner I’m looking forward to another quiet evening alone. I’m really liking being alone. I like being able to read wherever I want. I like being able to walk around the house in my underwear. I don’t walk around naked. It’s more comfortable to have comfy underwear and a t shirt hugging my birthday suit.
I like to feel tucked in.
“Love yourself, or nobody else can. We weren’t meant to be, at least not in this lifetime. But you gave me something to remember.”
“I had all my bets laid out on you, set your stakes too high you’re bound to lose.”
“In the game of love I feel like I’ve paid my dues.”
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