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OH HEY GUYS

It’s fucking friday.

Paco and I decided that we’re canceling all plans Saturday and Sunday and chilling the fuck out because we’ve been nonstop for several months now. I can’t remember the last Saturday where we woke up slowly, went to breakfast, parted ways for the day to do our own thing, then meet up later at night for dinner and activities. Since the beginning of June, every Saturday has been activitiesactivitiesactivities. SO MANY ACTIVITIES

I’m pretty stoked on it, to be honest with you. As much as I love spending time with him, I know he needs some hard core chill time. He’s been busier than I’ve been, working on cars and whatnot. So yeah. Video games and weed smoking is what this Saturday means for him.

 

I started my period yesterday which means YAY I’m not pregnant.

I’ve pretty much sworn off the idea of having kids. I just don’t think I could do it. I don’t have the patience. I’d much rather visit my friends’ kids and then go home to a quiet house where I can sleep all night and not have to feed someone else before I feed myself.

We’ll see, I may be like baby fever central in 5 years, so I don’t want to make any definite declarations, yet.

But 29/30/31… that’s when the biological clock starts to ping right? Not for me. No babies. No thank you.

 

It’s so funny… I talk to Will and he’s like, I have a deadline set for a year, that’s when I’m going to start talking very seriously to Hilary (his brand new gf) about marriage and kids and buying a house and futures.

Those three things right there are absolutely nothing that I want.

Obvi people DO want that, some people anyway, and it’s a traditional and expected course of Life.

I practically get hives at the thought of doing anything like that. It’s such a foreign feeling, I can’t relate.

 

We had our pickup kickball game last night (every Thursday), this time we moved to a different field because the original field is being torn up and rejuvenated.

A few things happened:

– I was 4 for 5 for base hits. I accounted for 4 of the 8 runs we scored.

– Will’s new girlfriend Hilary and ex girlfriend Melissa met. It was slightly awkward at first because no one was introducing them (hello Will?!!) and so Melissa just walked up and said, "Hi, I’m Will’s ex Melissa" and Hilary had no idea she was even going to be there. So. That was awkward town.

– Whilst fielding, we heard a CRASHBOOMSCREEECH from the road and ran over to see the damage. A dude in a Honda Fit completely side swiped a parked Ford pickup truck. Like a tank Ford pickup truck. The Honda Fit took out the truck’s tail light and knocked his own side mirror off and scraped the side of his car. The truck, being the tank that it is, really didn’t even have a lot of damage to it. But the Honda Fit guy… not so lucky.

We all looked for a minute, then went back to our game.

When Paco and I were leaving, we walked by, and the driver of the Honda Fit was crying while his girlfriend had her arms around him. He was literally bawling. It was HEARTBREAKING. He seemed like he was around 20 years old. I felt so bad. I wanted to cry for him. We’ve all been there (well, maybe not hitting a parked car. But we’ve all done stupid shit.).

 

I think I’ve come out of my funk. The concert on Wednesday was AWESOME, and I think it was just the jolt I needed to feel alive again.

I feel good at work, I feel good with kickball, etc. Still not good with family, but I’ll focus on the positive for now.

 

I go to CHICAGO Labor Day weekend, pretty excited about a little vacation, even if it’s going to be crazy busy there… and then I go to Mexico in a little over a month! HOLY SHIT!

 

I need to save money!

 

I made a great dinner last night. Open faced broiled caprese sandwiches (bread, mozzarella, thinly sliced tomatoes seasoned with S&P in the oven, then broiled, topped with fresh basil after taking out of the oven) and sauteed mushrooms and broccoli season with S&P and red pepper flakes.

So fucking good.

Pair with whiskey and diet ginger ale, and you have yourself a satisfying situation.

 

Tonight, I’m going to Paco’s to grill on his huge deck (he really does have a huge deck…) with him and Dave, then the three of us are going to Nectar for a hip hop show.

Dave hasn’t been coming out to kickball or anything social in a long time, and I’m really worried about him. Because Paco has been spending so much time with me because we’ve been so god damn busy, he hasn’t had a chance to hang out with Dave, and I think Dave is feeling depressed.

He doesn’t do shit. He comes home from work, plays video games or watched TV, and goes to sleep. Repeat.

He’s missed out on several camping trips because he’s had to work on his truck. It’s just a bummer and I genuinely miss having him around.

It used to be the three of us more often than not… we’d watch the same shows together, play cornhole on their deck, go to the beach, go camping… but he’s been a hermit recently.

I feel like I want to tell him that I miss having him around. Maybe that will cheer him up a bit.

 

Anyway.

 

My boss leaves this afternoon for Europe for a week. This means I get to take naps on the couch whenever I want next week! The perks of being in a two-person company.

 

Next month is major unload month. No drinking on the weekdays, limited carb intake, clean eating, exercising at least 4 days a week. I feel like I say this all the time. But it’s not every month that I’m preparing for Mexico. It WILL happen this time.

But for today, I will eat my rosemary roll with my soup at lunch and I’ll be completely okay with it.