That’s a lie, this blog is actually now 31 days old. I have tried my best to make a post every day, ‘cept sometimes have been over socialized and want to do nothing more than hide in a corner and stare at nothing-ness. I’ve been doing something similar since my last post; Playing Sims 4 until I feel like I want to puke.
This upcoming Saturday, I will be forced to go to a …I don’t know what to call it, its not a viewing since the person has been cremated – its not a wake/vigil because as far as I know, its not being held at the mourner’s home; its being held at a lodge. Do I bring Vodka and a Cake? I’m honestly confused – in the many experiences of funerals I’ve been to – this one will be a first where I don’t know what is acceptable. I technically don’t even NEED to go but I HAVE to go in order to support the person taking me/ His boss. It would be wrong to take my laptop to play the Sims 4 – I know that, but I wonder if it would be wrong if I take my camera and take some shots of people grieving. Hmm…I don’t think I want to buy Alcohol; OH A CARD! DUH!
Ugh – but that means I have to go outside and spend money.
I don’t want to go outside!
Its cheaper to make a loaf of Banana bread than to buy a grievance card – and then I have to choose either religious or something ambiguously friendly. Why the hell do cards have to cost so much money?! I want to just get some sparkles, black ribbon – make up some sad ass poem and put it on a plain 8 x 11 sheet of computer paper.
In other news Tomorrow at 2:15 in the after noon, I will be 29 years old; the people I know couldn’t believe their ears to hear this. I am not going to beat myself up (Here) about being a under achiever – I’ll do it later while I dream – or tomorrow as I eat cookie after untasty cookie for breakfast.(My grandmother seriously bought some bad tasting cookies and I love pretending to be a garbage can.)
Every year, since I turned 24? Or was it 25? I began celebrating my birthday all thought August till the end of September. I’d splurge on strange things, like one year I bought a steam mop for my birthday and the equivalent of 128 LBS of Kitty litter. I’m sure I bought something that I could actually enjoy that year – Oh yes a vacuum cleaner that broke not even a year later…Well THIS year I celebrated my birthday EVERYDAY. Ten dollars here, twelve dollars there on shirts. Shiny beads, ribbons, feathers and nail polish from eBay. OH! Last year a Herand statue that cost 136 and a chintz teacup. A Happy Unbirthday to Me, I love that song from Alice in Wonderland; I bought this shirt recently because I loved the topic, but I’m going to be honest; the execution of text and the way the Cheshire cat looks almost wrong. STILL there are teapots and a mouse. Hmm, I think this year might be the most expensive year of things I bought myself. I am not proud of this.
I wonder if – no – I am not a shop-a-holic. None of the recent items I have bought recently just accumulate dust, except my latest tea purchase. I don’t use sugar but this Bamboo tea needs SOMETHING to make it manageable – I think last time I dumped some cinnamon in it and it was OK. Can’t remember why I stopped drinking it.
Annnd the Clairsonic I bought recently –
although I feel extremely guilty spending the 212 –
It has successfully cleaned out most of my blackheads.
Was I going somewhere with this entry?
I have to go to the drugstore tomorrow and refill my birthcontrol – Not looking forward to ‘outside’ time; but I’ll be honest, fifty sit-ups is not enough exercise. Instead of cake, I never really get cake for my birthday, I buy some fancy cookies or pastry, ANYWAY. This year I went and bought two tubs of Ice cream; Spumoni and Birthday cake. I am so Ice creamed out and it wasn’t even eaten ON my birthday. Yesterday? Yea, yesterday, all I ate was Ice cream and bad tasting cookies – I didn’t eat all of it alone, Grandma helped, but its all gone now.
My lactose intolerance didn’t peak, but I feel this binge on my stomach and upper arms.
OK so I rambled – I didn’t have plans for this entry anyway.
Its not like you, dear reader, want to hear more about Last week’s dinner party or my commentary on the news.
If you do, I’m not in the mood – someone make me a salad.
-Bad touch Bear