Oh hi everyone.
Today has been somewhat productive. I slept half naked, which felt awesome. Try it sometime. Yes, it's a dare.
Woke up to a great bowl of granola and yogurt and a piece of toast. I'm not sure why I feel like divulging this much detail to the entire world but I have a feeling it will be somewhat harmless. Unless any of you readers have a strong disdain towards toast or yogurt or granola, I see no harm in giving you a play by play :)
Got some new running shoes last week and I was motivated to put them to use today. Spent a half hour on the treadmill and a few other random things in the gym. I need a workout partner! If you're in the Boulder area, hit me up! We shall work out ;)
Personal life aside, I've been working on cleaning my apartment the entire morning. Did the dishes and now I am going to vacuum before I proceed to deal with the mess that is sitting on my desk. What a monster. I would take a picture but I'm afraid even my camera wouldn't be able to handle it.
I've come to a realization today. It's really easy for me to care about a person and it's also really easy for them to fuck that up. I know I'm supposed to have more responsibility over my life and maybe start taking charge of it a little bit more but it is so hard when you keep blurring the lines to...everything.
Maybe I'm overreacting and thinking too much or maybe I'm not. You're great in so many ways and then you're not in so many too. I think you're smart, funny but at the same time, I can't help but feel that I'm spending all this time with a boy; not a man.
I don't know if this is a 21st century new rulebook for dating where labels are immaterial but as much as I say it doesn't bug me, it does. I think more than the dates and the cuddling, there's this involvement that I want from you. Commitment's one thing but wanting to be a part of my life's another thing too.
If you think I'm asking too much then guess what, you don't get the right to merely care occasionally. I'm saying it again, it's either you're in or you're out.
Right now though, I'm so fucking ready to throw the books out and soak in the sun for summer. Not even funny.
Woke up to a great bowl of granola and yogurt and a piece of toast. I'm not sure why I feel like divulging this much detail to the entire world but I have a feeling it will be somewhat harmless. Unless any of you readers have a strong disdain towards toast or yogurt or granola, I see no harm in giving you a play by play :)
Got some new running shoes last week and I was motivated to put them to use today. Spent a half hour on the treadmill and a few other random things in the gym. I need a workout partner! If you're in the Boulder area, hit me up! We shall work out ;)
Personal life aside, I've been working on cleaning my apartment the entire morning. Did the dishes and now I am going to vacuum before I proceed to deal with the mess that is sitting on my desk. What a monster. I would take a picture but I'm afraid even my camera wouldn't be able to handle it.
I've come to a realization today. It's really easy for me to care about a person and it's also really easy for them to fuck that up. I know I'm supposed to have more responsibility over my life and maybe start taking charge of it a little bit more but it is so hard when you keep blurring the lines to...everything.
Maybe I'm overreacting and thinking too much or maybe I'm not. You're great in so many ways and then you're not in so many too. I think you're smart, funny but at the same time, I can't help but feel that I'm spending all this time with a boy; not a man.
I don't know if this is a 21st century new rulebook for dating where labels are immaterial but as much as I say it doesn't bug me, it does. I think more than the dates and the cuddling, there's this involvement that I want from you. Commitment's one thing but wanting to be a part of my life's another thing too.
If you think I'm asking too much then guess what, you don't get the right to merely care occasionally. I'm saying it again, it's either you're in or you're out.
Right now though, I'm so fucking ready to throw the books out and soak in the sun for summer. Not even funny.