I have those days when I feel like “doormat” is tattooed on my head. Or that “future crazy cat lady who writes a blog” is invisibly written on my shirt. Or both, or something other variation of those two things.
In any case I have my “crazy days.”
Today was one of those. A proverbial roller coaster of bein et mal. Night and day on the ferris wheel of life. Cheese and beans on toast.
It’s like everyone I know is engaed or married, in a long term relationship or having a baby, getting a real career or doing something awesome. And I’m on my couch failing at blogging with my cat next to me, while during the day I make lattes. And I just feel like blah, blah, blitherie, blah.
And that just happens to be it.
And I say and too much.
And I don’t care.
And this is the end of the post.