Is there something more that I should be doing?!

For the people that, at one point, faithfully read my blog, I'm so sorry that I've sucked at life for the past couple of months. I don't even have a good explanation as to why I stopped writing; just know that I missed the shit out of this blog and the response that I got to it. I can assure you that I'm back for good AND I have an iPhone with the Blogger app so I can blog from anywhere in the world!! (insert snarky remarks about my inability to blog when it's conveniently located on my phone, which might as well be my right hand)

My life is in shambles, per the usual shit that I get myself into. I have come to point where I have no clue what I'm doing with my life, I'm pretty sure I'm having a quarter-life crisis. Before I turned 25, I was quite content to meander through life not having a clue about what I was doing. Now, I'm getting restless and I feel like I should be doing something more. Meh. 

Things that have happened since my last post:
  • I met a boy. At first he was great but now he really blows the shit out of me and I can't seem to man up enough to tell him to kick rocks. 
  • I went to Ocean City for Memorial Day weekend and survived this 
Seacrets, Ocean City MD
  • I got a birthday tattoo, a little present to myself for making it through 25 years without any major problems. It just happened that the tattoo was a gun, on the inside of my bicep because bitches love tickets to the gun show. Finally showed it to my mom, she started crying and told me that it was the equivalent of Mike Tyson's face tattoo and I would never get a real job. She tends to overreact, a lot.
  • I've come to realize that it's time for me to distance myself from Bethesda and it's god-awful bar scene. That decision was made when I caught some girls talking shit about me in the bathroom. Mind you, I didn't know these girls from Adam & Eve. According to the lovely ladies, I was having an affair with the married GM of the bar we were in. I waited politely for them to finish snorting their drugs and come out of the handicap stall. I politely introduced myself and asked them to tell me more about my life. Obviously, I had no clue what was going on in my life because I didn't know that I was having an affair with the GM. I'm pretty sure they wanted to melt into the floor. I proceeded to give them a piece of my mind. My mother didn't raise me with questionable morals and there are lines that I refuse to cross because it's just not right (i.e. marriage & people with significant others). The Bethesda bar scene is the most incestuous place I have ever seen and even though everyone is over the age of 21, they all act like they're 16. It's time to venture out in search of a new environment where people can actually act their age. 
  • I started going to the gym on a regular basis. Lately, people have been telling me that I look great and they ask me if I've lost weight. Thank you but I haven't lost weight, I just work out more and continue to eat like a horse. They're positive that I've lost weight. Tell me, was I fat before?!
That's all I've got for now but I promise to post way more often than I have been. 


1 comment:

  1. Glad you're back! I've missed this blog.

    I hear you with the quarterlife crisis. I feel like I *should* have more motivation to make something with my life, but right now I have absolutely no motivation.

    As for the boy, if he's pulling you down you definitely need to do something about it.. sooner rather than later is usually a good plan. I don't know the situation obviously, but you got to do what's best for you.

    I want to get a tattoo, but I am so indecisive that I can't just pick something. My mother would probably also freak out. She'd probably be more pissed than teary, but yeah.

    Congrats on going to the gym more. I need to work out, but again with the no motivation thing. Blah.

    Looking forward to more updates!