*cracks knuckles*

Let’s get to it. I’m not yet writing for an audience, so I believe I can start by typing anything I want to exist. Because this isn’t an official, official blog posts, means I’m going to post what I’ve written. If anyone sees this, I think it’s cool you found my website. Welcome to the rough draft (supposedly a redundant term.)

I’m heading out to my part-time job soon; the Phillies game is on, and I haven’t been able to see the past couple of games. Work starts at 5:30; I hope to god it’s slow.

I was broken up with the other night. Three nights ago, I went to bed saying goodnight to the man I thought I would marry.

And now i’ve given him back his Robe, and he has nothing of mine, nor me his.

Robe

[he told me to do whatever with it? Why would I keep it? I gave it back to him, also his bottle of cologne he let me keep to spray the robe with.

I once thought about writing a “self-help” book of sorts, like “things I wish I knew when I was 23.” But now I’m nearly 31, in a very freshly and a little (temporarily) painful state of being single. Here are the deets: I’m living at home with my parents. I moved in in mid-June, with plans to move out with EXBF around late fall. I work full-time in an office very close to my parents, and I have a part-time waitressing jobs, mostly on weekends.