Nov. 13: Same, But Different in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Nov. 13, 2008, midnight
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Um, yeah. Another day, another entry. Let’s see. I’m rapidly GAINING weight…what is UP with the colon cleanse? How can I possibly be bloated? My mini-quiches were made with broccoli and stunk by the time I got them out of the fridge at work. Pee-yew. They grossed me right out. Still, I ate two.

Attended a baby shower at work. There was a girl who I work with who is something of a fortune-teller with some kind of chain/charm thing that she plays with people. It’s supposed to predict how many kids you will have and the sex of each one. EVERYONE at the shower said she’s predicted correctly–every single time she’s done this trick.

So I asked her to try me. She went through a few other people before me, and each time, she did the chain thing over each woman’s hand, and accurately told them how many kids they have and the sex. It was fascinating. If the charm swung in a circle, it was a girl. If it swung from side to side, a boy. Giggles and squeals all around. Dumb baby shower stuff, right?

When she finally got to me…guess what? NOTHING happened. No swing, no circle, no nothing. Meaning: no kids for me. Everyone was silent. And she walked away from me quickly as if I had some kind of disease.

I know it’s stupid, but it’s bugging me.

But don’t mind me. I had two glasses of wine at this little party tonight.

I am NOT going to remain single. I am not. I am going to find an amazing partner, I just know it. We might not have kids, but we are going to be happy together. We’re going to travel and share quiet times at home and we’re going to be so stable and content. It’s going to be good, I promise. Mark my words here.

EXMS has backed off. I don’t know why I wrote that. Perhaps just to log it in.

I feel really alone, but I am positive that this won’t last for long. Nope.

I am grateful for:

  • Friends at a party tonight…a few extra kisses and some lingering hugs made it awkward, but I’m still thankful.
  • Hysterical jokes at the party. BIG laughter.
  • A warm loft to come home to.
  • More killer boots today (sorry, photos will come–be patient, please)
  • The holidays are coming.
  • I still have LOTS of love inside. I know that.
  • BIG things to come at work.


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