The amount of blogs I've written yet havent posted far exceeds the amount I've actually posted.
i just cant seem to concentrate lately. or i do but then i get sidetracked and can never go back to my unfinished post and finish it. its driving me INSANE and giving me severe anxiety, i absolutely hate not writing especially when i feel like i have so much to write about.
I've moved in and settled into MY new place. I'm very proud of myself, but this wasn't until after my mom bitch slapped me into reality. On the day of the move, after everything was unpacked, couch was set up, tables, bed, etc. I looked at the TV i had bought the night before and said 'ugh, i want a bigger one.' Then my mother said ' no seas tan come-mierda, you bought this all on your own, be proud". and then, i was proud. oh mom, such tact in all her words.
I'm truly content in my new home, it feels like me. I wake up happy and go to sleep even happier, no creepy sounds or strange feelings of living alone. I go to sleep with the Miami Skyline as my nightlight and wake up to Biscayne Bay as my alarm clock. Ive arrived into a place i can glady call my own. Granted, my TV is still sitting on the floor and my fridge only contains three bottles of wine, two lean cuisines, and bottle of Perrier- Jouet (thanks, Dad!), but all in all, everything is in its place. Now i just have to figure out how im going to get every piece of art from Z Gallery onto my wall, Ive considered selling me soul to the devil but i think ill save that for when i have to get my new car.
Because who is the genius that leases a car for 36,000 miles and is already at 44,200 miles with still two months left? ME. Nicole Cunningham. I am the genius. I went to the dealership yesterday to cry to them to figure something out so I wouldnt have to shell out tons of buckos to cover my mileage and they 'attempted' to give me a deal. The manager told me i was the 'most intense young lady' hes ever met and that i made him feel bad about himself the entire time as if everything were his fault. I mean that's what I call a victory (jk.) We negotiated something but it would require me turning in my car this week and i dont know....
i love my Roxy, shes my companion. i come home and sometimes sit in her for an additional 15 minutes with the top down just listening to music. I feel like i haven't taken advantage of the convertible aspect enough so until i turn her in, i will drive with the top down wherever i go (that's probably a lie but just go with it)
The parentals say its time for me to get an 'adult four door' car but im not ready to cross that bridge yet. The dealer said im one of the few 25 year olds that goes in looking for a 2 seater or 2 door "i see you dont plan on having children any time soon" - "You are correct in that judgement, sir"
We'll see though. I may surprise everyone, even myself, and get a 'sedan' but those chances arent likely. Aside from new car, new apartment, everything else is still the same. Work is going well, almost too well. I find myself excited for Monday mornings and can just see the stereotypical woman I appear to be evolving into "corporate woman in her mid-twenties with a cold-heart and nothing in the fridge but wine'...oh and no pets. I just cant bother.
lol. I saw myself this way from an early age so maybe we live up to these standards we set for ourselves or subconsciously evolve into them. I'm just a skeptic when it comes to love, marriage, and children. Ill take the family, friends, fun, and career. But as they say, you never know.Until I 'know', this is what im sticking to. We're only young once, right? We have our entire lives ahead of us to follow 'The Routine'
cue the violins....
(i dont know why my blog looks like this. it wasnt me. or maybe it was, but i didnt think it was going to be permanent. id never purposely allow 'sea foam green' to make its way onto here)
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