Today i was talking to my tattoo artist about relationships and he was telling me about his buddy thats been single for a really long time. I told him i’ve been single for years (emphasize years). He was actually surprised. And not surprised as in the stereotypical, “oh a girl like you shouldn’t be single!” kinda crap. But he actually sat back for a second and said, “you’re so laid back and chill, like you’re really comfortable with yourself and your life i figured you were in a stable relationship.” And i just shrugged and said i date, but i haven’t had a relationship in a really long time. He smiled and went back to the conversation, i dropped the subject all together.
Single people can also feel comfortable with themselves and their life. Being in a relationship is not the only way for you to find yourself and to be happy with yourself. Who you choose to share your life with is just another extension to who you’re becoming. Great or small. It’s not the give all or end all of you. Me without a relationship doesn’t make me a sad pitiful soul. It just makes sex infrequent. Luckily, i have two hands.
I went and saw Tegan & Sara live tonight with my lady friends. It was FUCKING phenomenal. I had a perfect view. I fell in love with The Courtney’s and discovered the band Lucius. Perfect night for me you guys.
My urban garden is blossoming these past two weeks! Last year i only started off modest, green peppers, cucumbers, and jalapenos. This year for some reason i decided to expand it from 3 to 16 different varieties of veggies, fruits, & herbs. I’m ridiculous.
I built two raised garden beds and then put the 10 others in purple storage tubs lined outside. I discovered last year (thanks to my mom who got the idea from her neighbor) that if you drill holes at the bottom for draining, they become perfect for growing. Plus, they survive through the winter outside thankfully.
Today i found some pretty great birdhouses and hung them in my front yard.
People stop fucking asking you when you’re going to get married.
It’s like this magical number has dried up all my youth, future motherhood, and wife status. “Lets not bother the poor girl, she’s 29, she’ll be lucky if someone wants to be her roommate. Bless her heart.” It’s the only shade i ever want to receive from people, especially family. They completely bypass the question and focus on what i’ve actually been doing with my life rather than completely avoiding the 1960’s American dream.
SUCK ON THESE DUSTY ASS EGGS I HAVE FLOATING AROUND THIS CURRENT MARRIAGE-LESS BODY. I DON’T GIVE TWO FUCKS, I’M EATING PIZZA IN MY UNDERWEAR ON A THURSDAY, BITCHES.
I went to the sweetlife music + food festival today. I had fun.