Hello goodbye.

I have smart friends.

I've been getting fresh doses of reality lately. A lot of it has been hard to take, but this little snippet today really floored me and gave me some perspective. In a weird way.

"Don't sit around feeling sorry for yourself because you got dumped. That's what you get for dating a fucking loser* in the first place."




ZING.

*Please note that I don't consider any of my exes losers. If anything, they are the complete opposite. But you know you got palz-4-ever when they give you that tough love and chew your ass out for being a whiny bitch.

My teenage angst, epitomized.

Today is one of those pensive days where I'm thinking a lot about where I'm at and where I used to be. Not really in terms of what exactly I'm doing, but the kind of head space I'm in and how that has changed since I was young. I was a really confused kid. I didn't know myself very well and what I did know, I had a very difficult time conveying into words. Which is why the following things were so cathartic for me.







So, I'm listening to this music today and watching episodes of Daria and I'm feeling like I'm 14. Except this time around, it's for fun and it's just reminding me of what a drama queen I used to be. GOD.

It's ironic that this is such a short post.

But I've been writing a ton. Not on here, but like I used to on real paper with nice pens until my hand hurt. It feels good to be back into it again.

Ever notice?

I'd say that Full House has the most catchphrases ever. Ok, maybe not ever, but have you ever noticed how almost every character has one?

Michelle Tanner: "You got it, dude!" or "You're in big trouble, Mister!"

Joey: "Cut IT OUT!"

Stephanie Tanner: "How rude!" and "Well pin a rose on your nose"

Uncle Jesse: "Have mercy!"

DJ Tanner: "Whoa baby!"


Who thinks of these? More importantly, why do I remember this shit?

Also, I think it's funny how in the show, Danny Tanner is a straight-laced, conservative type of dude. But his stand-up is totally raunchy. And I don't know which side I was into, exactly, but I had somewhat of a crush on him growing up (not as much as John Stamos, please note). So this one time, when I was a junior in college, I met this guy at a bar who looked a lot like Bob Saget. He bought me drinks all night and I'm not gonna lie, I made out with him. And I totally accidentally called him Danny. Memories.

Snap.

Hey, remember these?. I bought them. For $25.

I am a very glamorous and sensible woman.

Patience is a virtue.

I'm really impatient, so when I make a marinade for my chicken and it's all chillin' out in my fridge in a tupperware, I get antsy and I cook it after like, a half hour because I'm so curious to see what it's gonna taste like. And then more often than not, it's not that great because I didn't wait long enough for the complex flavas to set in.

This is a lot like how my sex life and relationships used to be in my early 20s.


Just sayin'.