argyle, baby

argyle, baby

Have the next three hours booked to go shop­ping at Mexx with Aaron. Hoping to blow my gift card on many things.

December 6th, 2009

I swear some­one woke me up at 2:45 am by ring­ing my door­bell three times, but no one was there when I went to check. Dream, or drunken ex?

December 6th, 2009

This has been the most oddly depress­ing day. So unlike most Fridays.

December 4th, 2009

I’ll miss him.

December 4th, 2009

People started say­ing SPEECH and the first thing he said was, “If in six years of work­ing here I have offended you in any way, I apologize.”

December 4th, 2009

Heather's Birthday Dinner

Feeding Sergey

Thumbnail: Heather, Summer, Sergey
Thumbnail: The Glebe
Thumbnail: Italian market
Thumbnail: Picking produce
Thumbnail: Salmon, red pepper pizza
Thumbnail: Beef, red pepper pizza
Thumbnail: After dinner
Thumbnail: Sprinkling chocolate
Thumbnail: Tiramisu and chai tea
Thumbnail: Raspberries

Warm enough to sleep with the win­dows open. I feel spoiled.

December 3rd, 2009

Holy crap, Aaron just gave me a $150 gift card for Mexx. You are all jeal­ous. Of my amaz­ing friends, that is.

December 2nd, 2009

Movie night with the guys almost became Bjork night, when some­one sug­gested Dancer in the Dark. We need a movie to chan­nel our testosterone!

December 2nd, 2009

Chip Off The Old Block

I don’t know what’s worth fight­ing for
Or why I have to scream
I don’t know why I insti­gate
And say what I don’t mean
I don’t know how I got this way
I’ll never be alright
So I’m break­ing the habit
I’m break­ing the habit tonight

—Linkin Park, Breaking The Habit

Studies have shown that kids with divorced par­ents are much more likely to end up being divorced them­selves. As role mod­els, we take the way their par­ents treat each other and use this as a model for our own rela­tion­ships. And even­tu­ally, our kids end up treat­ing their kids the same way because that’s all they know1.

I used to take my girl­friends for granted. It could have been a way for me to dis­tance myself to pre­vent get­ting hurt (as ther­apy has shown), or it may have just been what I thought rela­tion­ships were like.

I can recall my par­ents doing the same thing to each other. They didn’t marry out of love, they mar­ried because it was the thing to do when you reached a cer­tain age. Eventually, they merely inhab­ited the same house, not even sleep­ing in the same bed or room.

It’s a cycle, a trap. But that’s not an excuse for me.

I refuse to be like them. I refuse to end up like they did. I’m going to do my best to change that about myself.

And I will break the cycle.

  1. At least, that’s the excuse my mom uses. []

Wow, it’s so weird to watch footage of one’s dri­ving. If you pay atten­tion to the traf­fic pat­terns, you find your­self pre­dict­ing the moves.

December 2nd, 2009