My ex, the one that I can’t seem to get over and former President Barack Obama have the same birthday, so going forward I’m going to try and celebrate Obama’s birthday instead of remember my ex.
But while we’re on the topic, hello.
I can’t stop thinking about you, or maybe I’m just remembering you.
I think about those last words you said to me on xanga, how I’m just thinking about a product of my biased memory but I wonder why this is only affecting me.
I swear there was magic when we met, when we kissed, and I’ve tried and come close to finding someone else but I’m always right back to being single, ready to mingle, alone and unknown.
I don’t wallow in this emotion, I recognize the love I had for you, I want to meet someone else but it feels like I just can’t. Maybe I’m not trying hard enough? I’m really not trying at all, but I also don’t want to feel this way, again.
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ASIDE FROM ALL OF THAT YUCKY SENTIMENTAL CRAP, I’m planning for the Boston Art Book Fair again, hopefully, it will be held this year. 2019 it was held in November but I’m just trying to make sure I order books on time so that I’ll have something on hand to sell. Don’t know how many books but hopefully I’ll have the money to get at least “enough.”
Work is great, life is good, I haven’t managed to lose any weight but I’m taking this “Fat Boy Phase” in stride. It’s not the biggest concern on my mind and I think I’ll lose the weight eventually I just gotta find my routine first.
That being said, I’m hungry as I type this out and I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to eat for dinner today. I’ve been big on chicken wings recently, trying them from all sorts of different places. Some are better than others but that’s what you should expect when you have other people cooking your food right?
I’m living the dream man, and I hope you are too.
If I think of anything else to blog I’ll do it later in the month!