First of all, my humblest apologies for being so lame. Now I understand how people find it hard to write and give up. Seems that’s exactly what I did. The funniest thing happened though to start me on the “road to recovery” – a friend wrote to me from jail. Well, is he a friend? That’s kind of up for debate. I’ll get to that in a moment. So of course, I wrote him back and it reminded me how long it’s been since I’d written. Typing his letter was great and writing here is great too but I mean, written.

For most of my life, I have diligently kept a journal, granted the majority of it is lame, boring and self-absorbed and no one in their right mind would want to read it I suspect but it’s a great way to vent and actually handwriting things is oh so cathartic. It’s so much more intense than typing and I’m sad to see it going by the wayside which brings me back to my mantra of I’m glad I won’t be alive in 50 years. (I used to say 100 but let’s face it, I’m not getting any younger here folks.)

I really want to write a book and now that I actually feel like writing one, I have no fucking idea what I want to write about. How ludicrous is that? I mean there are a lot of things I’m passionate about and yeah, I can easily ramble on for a page or two about some thing or other but … I’m out of my depth here.  I started a few “books” at many points in my life but they never came to anything. They say write what you know but I mean seriously, what do I know?! … sighs. There’s lots of things I like … I just have no idea what I should write about. It’s weird the older I get, the more open and therefore uncertain I become – not in a flaky, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing kind of way, just less adamant in my opinions are more open to suggestion and thinking outside the box.  Anyway, happy Monday everyone, oh, and if you want me to write about anything, anything at all – let me know and I will tackle the topic!

Hey!

I’m just going to start writing these entries like letters and ramble on. (My friends who I write to on a regular basis completely understand!)

Lately I’ve 1. been reading other peoples blogs; 2. finished a medical terminology course and 3. have had free time at work (NEVER HAPPENS!!!), I’m fucking ecstatic! So all of this led me to think, hey, I could start writing again a little bit.

I’ve been writing in my journal lately but that’s just mindless “what I did today” drivel, blanc mange and totally not engaging so … I’m casting it out there – what do you want me to write about? (Caveat, I do not do politics or religion, but other than that, have at ‘er.

If you give me a topic, I will write about it annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd go!!!

This is the most toxic, soul sucking, depleting job I have ever worked in and I’ve worked in retail AND in the service industry for many years. There is never a break! There are always people looking over my shoulder and minding EVERY FUCKING THING I DO! I hate it and it makes me want to punch people. I know I should be happy that I have a job but honestly, it’s getting to the point where I’m weighing out the odds against my sanity here. I hate the two people I work with, not as people, I could care less – I actually don’t hate anyone really, but I digress – I hate the way they are constantly negative, constantly berating me, constantly berating others, acting like they are so superior and their shit doesn’t stink – what about morale – HELLO!

The other day one of them was bitching about how attendance is so bad – um yeah, this company shows very little appreciation to begin with and this department surpasses that in leaps and bounds by treating us as second class citizens. It’s really too bad because I actually like the job itself. Okay, well it’s my lunch hour so I’m escaping from this hell hole for an hour!

I have not written here in ages … haven’t been writing a lot actually. Got on the band wagon for awhile but recently I’ve been doing a medical terminology course that’s been taking up all my time. Trying to get out of my craptastic job and onto something new and craptastic so maybe it won’t lose its appeal until after retirement. 20 years in the same gig has worn really thin for me, and even then, I’ve switched hats within this field, legal assistant, floater, document production but my gawd do I hate law firms now and I just want to get the fuck out of dodge – or go work for a boutique firm with a bunch of cool lawyers but that’s highly unlikely. Most cool lawyers work for themselves because you know what, they can’t fucking stand lawyers either lol.

Anyway, let’s see.

I’ve recently regained a long, lost friend – actually my best friend in the whole world as far as I’m concerned and we’ve reconnected. That went a really long way to healing a lot of pain in my heart. Plus we’re doing really cool things together. We went out for a nice meal, we went to the art gallery. Hubert’s a great guy in many ways but he NEVER wants to do anything and as a result I end up sitting around like a  homebody when I should be getting off my ass and doing stuff. But there’s a lot of stuff, like the gallery, that I really wouldn’t want to do on my own. There’s always a ton of events down at Harbourfront every summer and it’s minutes away, the Island, specifically Hanlan’s is a favourite of mine … etc., etc. Now maybe I have someone to do at least some of these things with. We’ll just be two old ladies tottering around – teehee. Oh and bonus! She has a cottage up on Georgian Bay. Now if only I could find a hot guy with a car, life would be complete!

I’ve lost and gained and lost and gained so much weight in the last couple of years, it’s ridiculous. I will not talk about going to the gym anymore but hopefully I will get my finger out of my ass and do it one of these days.

This is a really boring entry, good bye.