What I want to do . . .

I would love to email my ex and go off on him, and ask him if he misses me? does he regret the way he ended things? But, I won't. Yet I'm still here, home from work, and having spent the past two and a half hours playing games on the computer, being constantly reminded that I have no life. Which is why my thoughts go back to me ex. Even if it wasn't perfect, it was still sharing.

I think that's what I miss most: coming home to share how the day went, even if it was peachy dandy, with nothing much happening. But there was still someone to share with. And that's one thing that is very important to me: they have to ask how my day went. They have to have some semblance of caring about my day-to-day. Because those are the first words out of my mounth when they walk through the door.

S texted me about the rain today. Ok. If you really want to share, ask me out. Get to know me. Let's talk in person. Let's share experiences. Let's build memories together. This texting is just starting to annoy me.

Which makes me think of S in Illinois. And I just get confused thinking about him. Three visits in as many months. Yet he says nothing more. And he'll get crass when he's drunk and pissy.


No recipes this time. But I'm getting in the mood to make cheesecake (vegan, of course) so . . . Admittedly, my meals have been less than lackluster lately. Popcorn can be very filling.

And in another month, I'll be re-directing funds in my 401k to the self-directed brokerage account option. So . . . I'll have some thoughts to share about those. {I'm still kicking myself for not picking up Steak-N-Shake (SNS) back in November, when it was cheap. I'd have had a 2000% return right now. But hey, you can't play if you can't pay. C'est la vie.

in any case . . .

slainte . .

Mulu :>p