There are some things I don’t know how to do being single…
Like… late nights when I can’t sleep, not because of the usual just wheels turning stuff, but the nights where I miss like say, my dad…
You can count on your friends for a LOT of things, in most cases, if they are good friends. Emotional support like after a breakup or during rough times, or during great times but doesn’t it get awkward when you just want someone (hold on, this is going to sound lame) to well, hold you… you know, while you cry and just let it out… someone to comfort you in a different kind of way than your friends can…when you need it… which honestly isn’t that often for me these days… I’ve learned a lot and gotten over a lot in the last year and a half…
I don’t know… just a thought…
After spending oohhh I dunno, like 10 hours reading really super old blogs (think 2005 if you haven’t been keeping up with this one) I am left pondering several things. Here is a collection of some of those things I’m pondering…
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Well, my first blog EVER and I’m using it to write about clutz’s. You know how a normal person bumps there head on the corner of the cupboard or stubs your toe maybe once oh I don’t know a month or every two months. Yeah, not me. I swear I have welts on both sides of my forehead from the cupboards in my kitchen. In my defence I was painting under that counter and that cupboard that hangs there so it’s not like I just walked into it. But I also stubbed my toe and skinned my knuckle. By this time I am swearing though. 
Ahh, the pleasures of moving into a new place that needs some minor work. Bottom line, I hurt myself like 6 times a day. I need to get out of the house more often. lol.
–> update — obviously this was migrated from my old blog site. 
Candi’s ramblings circa 2005…
Ever had one of those days where nothing is right. All these words jumble up in your mind to form thoughts that you just can’t get out? Little things annoy you, little things make you want to scream and freak out and just leave…. go far far away. Just for a while. Just until you can clear your head. Ahhh, PMS what a lovely, wonderful part of a womans life. It’s borderline split personality I think. Yesterday I was happy, chipper, loving to my wonderful boyfriend (I think so anyway). And today, I really just wanted to lay in bed and sleep (which has also been challenging recently) and eat of course. And complain. Alot.
p.s. Will Ferrell is hilarious.
oh and Crazy is a relative term in my family!
–Update — I would just like to add… is this even the same person as me??? I feel like reading through these blogs I was possessed and some alien was writing… ugh gross. That said, all things I really miss that I forgot I missed…
I have the number one best boyfriend in the world. It’s absolutely crazy.
Allow me to explain: I think he’s so great because he knows when to just hug me without asking, what soda I prefer when ordering a value meal, how I like my cheeseburgers, when to make sure I’m not watching the TV (anyone with a squeamish stomach who’s seen extreme surgery or Dr. 90210 knows what I’m talking about), when to keep me away from a certain area in the house (ever seen a giant spider? I don’t care if it only was the size of a dime, it was giant to me), when not to tell me bad news. Need I go on.
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