Just been going through my old blogs from the beginning of the year because i was having a conversation with the Bestest and we decided the year has gone too fast. So i read back on my old blogs to find out where my year had gone. Writing a blog for the year was obviously the best thing i've ever done seeing as i spent the majority of it drunk and lost half my memories. That is probably why my year feels like it has flown past because i do not remember half of it!
I realised my life seemed far more interesting at the beginning of the year. Going out all the time, having random days, doing some housework (ok that's not interesting but atleast i got to dance with a hoover) and other stuff. Now it's just the routine of work, work, work, work, work, a bit of play time and more work. I also considered this to be the reason why i don't blog as much anymore because nothing interesting happens in my life anymore. Ok maybe thats an exaggeration as lots of interesting things happen every day! Ok maybe not everyday, that would be an exaggeration too.
I'm blaming this lack of interest in my life on the fact i feel like i NEED to run away and get some excitement back. The Bestest is probably feeling totally insulted but i don't mean it as an insult at all. The Bestest is great and no matter how much i crave interest and excitement i never mean from her because well when we get together the most random stuff happens. No we're not lesbians. Get over it.
This is actually making no sense because it's all just coming out of my mind as a big jumble. Pshycobabble.
It's easy enough to say "Sort it out!" but it's not easy when you don't know where to start or what to do. I'll figure it out eventually because i'm amazing like Spiderman like that. Don't believe i have now referred to Spiderman. Fermerlerf.
It's a good time to stop pshycobabbling now.
Bring on the weekend
Love.
That just had to be done. Sorry to the Bestest.
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