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My Dad holding me, asking me to take a nap for Mommy, and I said “no”. I had to be about 2 1/2 due to the house we were living in at the time.
May 29th
August 10th
Weekend
It was nice.
Saturday we stayed in all day keeping to ourselves. I didn’t shower. I didn’t even wash my face (which is stunning as I ALWAYS wash my face, I DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE without washing my face, but I left the house several times this weekend without washing my face.) Chris said that I looked lovely (well, he said fine. But I’m translating it to lovely.)
Sunday we went to my friend Anj’s and spent time with her which, despite the fact that she was feeling down, was a very enjoyable way to start off the day. After leaving her place we went to our friend Jess’s and watched “Doll House” with her and several other friends.
Only a few things bummed me out. One was that a friend of mine doesn’t like my glasses. He wasn’t an asshole about it, I ASKED him to be honest. He said it wasn’t my face, it was definitely the glasses. He didn’t care for my hair being blonde when it was either, so I think that we just have different tastes. It happens.
At another point I realized an ex of mine is very happily pursuing someone else… which, we’re friends, so I think that’s fucking fantastic (she’s pursuing him as well), but on the other hand it makes my statement upon leaving, “You will find someone better than me”, suddenly real. And the fact that I didn’t really leave because I wanted to, I left so that he could find the person he really wanted. He was settling for me because I was there. I didn’t want that. For him OR for me.
But, y’know. Sometimes that’ll make a girl wistful. I’m over it, I’m madly in love with Chris and I feel fulfilled and wanted. There’s just that natural wistfulness.
Which will more than likely pass.
At least at some point.
Otherwise, things are good. Hope they are for you as well.
