I can’t quite remember at what age I became obsessed with magazines because I don’t recall when I wasn’t in love with them. Well, truth be told, I probably became enamored with the written word when I read my first book. Yes, books came before magazines. But magazines have stuck with me like an ex …
I just remembered something my friend told me the other day. “You’re the only one who thinks you’re life is not exciting.” Yes, I sometimes forget.
I suspect not everyone appreciates the subtle intricacies of the average bound book, but it’s hard for me to assimilate to the idea letting a touch screen replace that feeling.
The thought of living a traditional life of working, getting married, having 2.5 kids, and living in the suburbs sounds like eternal hell to me. I often wonder if this is why I’m alone… because I’m not meant to be tied down so that I can actually live my dream.
I have never had an interested in cooking. My disdain for the culinary arts is so strong that I prefer to do dishes. Oh yes, no need to buy a dish washer here! I’m armed and ready with Palmolive on my side.
Time. It’s priceless. And for now, it is ALL mine. I may as well take advantage while I still have it.
Not only am I attempting to eat better, but I’ve joined the gym!