Hi y'all. Well, I've been trawling the interwebs for awhile without saying much, and I feel like it's time to step out in the lime light. This lil bloggy o'mine is meant to be a way to chronicle my progress on learning how to be alone.
Wha...what's that? Alone?
Alone.
Trust me, as of a few months ago, this was my biggest fear. After 10+ years of serial relationships, I find myself a free lady. And quite honestly, the thought of that scares the sheez outta me! Who am I supposed to cook for? Watch movies with? Bitch to about that shitty traffic jam this morning? Who is gonna rescue me if I choke on this enormous bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats so I don't die, causing my cat to eat my face off and get a face transplant like that lady in France?
Me.
Crap.
Just me. I guess I'm gonna have to learn to like myself a little (read: a lot) more. I guess that's good, because I'm the one I'm stuck with until all eternity. Anyway, this blog will probably be full of my ramblings, including but not limited to: food (obsessed. kinda do it for a job, in a nerdy, statistically-sciencey-type of way), exercise (ugh, trying to run? half marathon?), learning to live in the south (gonna get me some buttah and biscuits, y'all!), boys (or lack there of, as the case may be), and fashion (as in, Goodwill. or Walmart. cuz even though I'm a classy broad, I'm broker than sheez right now).
Anyway, they say a picture's worth a thousand words. So, this is me:
In the middle. The handsome gents are my dad and uncle. And yes, I am wearing pants. Er, shorts. Hey, it was my birthday..and you're allowed to be pantsless on your birthday.
Wha...what's that? Alone?
Alone.
Trust me, as of a few months ago, this was my biggest fear. After 10+ years of serial relationships, I find myself a free lady. And quite honestly, the thought of that scares the sheez outta me! Who am I supposed to cook for? Watch movies with? Bitch to about that shitty traffic jam this morning? Who is gonna rescue me if I choke on this enormous bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats so I don't die, causing my cat to eat my face off and get a face transplant like that lady in France?
Me.
Crap.
Just me. I guess I'm gonna have to learn to like myself a little (read: a lot) more. I guess that's good, because I'm the one I'm stuck with until all eternity. Anyway, this blog will probably be full of my ramblings, including but not limited to: food (obsessed. kinda do it for a job, in a nerdy, statistically-sciencey-type of way), exercise (ugh, trying to run? half marathon?), learning to live in the south (gonna get me some buttah and biscuits, y'all!), boys (or lack there of, as the case may be), and fashion (as in, Goodwill. or Walmart. cuz even though I'm a classy broad, I'm broker than sheez right now).
Anyway, they say a picture's worth a thousand words. So, this is me:
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