Well my dad used to say that 9 months was my gestation period. I used to quit my job every 9 months, dump anyone I was seeing and just generally, start over. Well I have been in Edmonton 9 months. What do I think? I love this city because I got to start fresh; because I met the LOVE of my life; because I was insulated; I have frustration with this city because it thinks it is a big city. It is so small town in so many ways, not that I am the woman of the world, but jesus christ people!!! Do ANY of you take a look in the frickin mirror before you leave? I work with gardeners and janitors. Kangaroo hoodies every friday. Jeans and runners whenever And I work in a swanky downtown office. I can't leave because I am too scared to go back down the rabbit hole in Calgary. and Brad is here. He is the one. I am balanced and happy in every way that I never have been, but all the other shit I used to be able to handle has gone to hell in a handbag. I hate being a secretary. I don't get paid enough in this godforsaken town. and they raised my rent by $200/month. which would be okay if it was up to snuff. I just don't know. I don't feel stuck, I am just like. WHAT THE FUCK I am in the exact same place I was last August. (Well, with the exception of meeting the love of my life, my bad!) About to be homeless. and jobless. What is wrong with my choices?
I am so happy with Brad and our relationship but in all other areas I am a bitter secretary. FUCk FUCK FUCk
Not the end of the world. just a blip Edmonton is fucked. Not in a bad way, in a weird NON CITY way.
anyway. enough.
Shout out: to the HOT pets! P2 are so flippin hot! Pirate is melting daily and Peanut is just mad
Word for the Week: FABULOUS. What other choice do I have????