....is where you don't have to deal with your partner.


Seeing and talking to the same person day in and day out....and then having to include him/her in 90% of your plans is beyond tiresome. I'd like to believe that everyone thinks this way and are just too chicken to admit it. yes?

My ideal relationship would be where I see him maybe three four times during the week and one day of the weekend. The general concensus is that, the idea is silly and at some point I'll have to move in with the guy and see him every single day. Fine. Then for relationship to survive, we have two options-
1) One of us gets a job that takes us out of the city for a few days, at least every two months (you know, to make our hearts grow fonder?)or
2) We get a big enough place where we each have our own space- like separate study areas/reading room and most definitely a separate bathroom for moi!

Two living rooms are not required, as one of us can leave the house if the other feels like entertaining a guys/girls night. I would still like one dining area, preferably a small space set up like a 50s diner, next to a large window. That would be lovely. It'll have those cute little cafe style salt,pepper and suger dispensors, napkin holders, bottles of hot sauce and fresh flowers in a glass vase for us to enjoy, while I cook up scrumptious breakfasts for the two of us. Shattup. No, I won't burn it. Let me dream will you?

Aahem..so I'm itching to get my own place,can you tell?


I should, technically, have enough saved up for a move downtown again. Just a matter of time now. After all the crazyness of last year, tt has been very therapeutic living with the parents. Yes, I know, I know. I'm more surprised than you, believe me. Maybe its because I'm only expecting the generic level of insanity, I've been able to deal with it better.
Do you know how very easy it is to get used to having dinner made and even have someone pack up a nutritious lunch for you?
Thank you, MOM!
I know why you are doing it(to keep me under your nose), but I love you anyway :)


PS: I turned thirty, in case anyone is keeping count.
Apparently being being 30 means- watching, yourself and others around you, F up over and over again. Looking foward to 35, when everything will make sense again! Yippe.