I think I've had the most sleep over the course of the past 2 days than I have had in months! Damn...thought I was dead there for a bit. I guess mother's lil' helper made me sleepy. ;) So now that I'm awake, I HAVE to do the grocery thing. I love shopping so I don't know why I'm dreading the thought of going. Just am.
OMG, I'm listening to Friends...I LUV that show. Too bad it ended. All good things come to an end eventually. And that holds true for just about everything, ya know that? Think about it, everything that's good ends at some point..or changes drastically.
I can't even believe I think that way now...I'm a very positive person. But see! I'm changing! WTF!? I think it's cuz I'm gettin' older. Older. There's a fucking HOOT from Hell! The big B-Day will be rollin' around the corner in 2 months and I'll be...39. The last of the "30 Somethings".
I don't know about the rest of you all, but my 30's were fucking killer prime time good shit. Honestly. I had the time of my life for the first time once I hit 30..something. 2 years ago I was having the best of the best. My weekends were so fucking awesome! I mean it. The phone would start early Friday morn'..about 20 calls later, I'd be picking out the hottest outfits I owned, jamming to the cool ass tunes. I'd look in the mirror and see the chick I always knew I was and could be. HOT Baby..I'm tellin' ya! LMAO. No, I'm not conceeded (spelling), but I looked good if I may say so myself. I still look like I did in my 20's..and my Gawd, that's a good thing, ya know! Thank goodness for the good genes. Hee-Hee. I'd pick up my guy friend, who had the hots for me, and we'd head for Shorty's Place. (The coolest bar inthe Tri-State area). There, we'd meet up withthe rest of the gang, give our hugs and say our hello's and the party would begin. Those were the best times. I met so many good people. But, they changed, along with me and we ended up going our seperate ways. Just like the tv sitcom Friends.
All Boo-Hooing aside. My life isn't that bad. I mean, sure, the depression and that Bi-Polar shit makes it bad now and then, but hey, I'm learning to deal with it. Maybe not the way I should be, but not many know, so no big deal. Yet.
Ya know how I said I'm a good listener? I am. But, I also inherited the gift of gab from my late mom. :) The lady never met a stranger. If she didn't know you, you can damned sure bet she knew your parents or gram or the name of her dog. LOL What a wonderful, tell-it EXACTLY like it is, in your face truthful woman. God I miss her.