DC Femella

The weekend is here, and I am beyond happy.  I have been slaving away at work, and now I want to be able to relax and work on my business.  My friend D. wants to keep me company while I am totally depressed about my situation, so I am heading over to her place on Saturday night.  I would have done it today, but I want to be alone with Haji while I contemplate on what I am going to do with my life.  I have to write down some goals for myself and keep writing so I don’t keep thinking about G.  It’s over, and I can’t seem to think about it anymore without tearing up.  I guess the only thing that kills me is that he is the cause of everything that happened, but he decides to run away.  If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have spoken to L., and I wouldn’t be in the predicament that I was in.  D. had her own issues, and her boyfriend stuck by her, and he didn’t even CAUSE IT!  G. totally abandons me. It proves that he didn’t love me enough.  It seems to be the trend with him. Never enough.

I’m 30 and I’ve accepted the fact that I’m going to remain alone.  I think in the 30 years of life, I’ve only had one relationship where I felt like I had a companion.  It’s funny but once I went to a Palm Reader (keep your chuckles to yourselves), and she basically told me that I would never be with anyone. 

I’m fine with it.  I just want to have two more children.  I already told my mom that if I am not married by 33, I am going to get artificially inseminated.  She freaked because she is totally afraid that I will be 100% lesbian.  Whatever, I really don’t seem to care what people think about me at this point.  I just want to find some form of happiness.  It’s something that I haven’t been able to attain for such a long time. 

Totally off topic, but I am sick and tired of my office neighbor passing gas like it’s going out of style.  How much gas can this man pass?  It’s disgusting.  At least say, “EXCUSE ME!”

I hope that everyone has a lovely weekend and that it’s full of hope, passion, and love.

I have hit the 30-year old mark.  It feels surreal because I don’t feel much different, other than I don’t have the patience to deal with drama.  On Saturday, I went out with the love of my life.  He took me to this fancy restaurant and then a lounge.  It was an amazing night.  The next day, we played Scrabble.  He kicked my butt, and I wasn’t very happy.  I’m not the greatest loser.  I am going to have start practicing with my sister again, so next time, I play with him, it’s on.  

We really love each other, and I can’t believe that he is in my life.  Every day I feel like I’m in a dream.  

On Sunday, my family came over to my parents’ house to celebrate the big 3-0.  Isabelle and my mom made this amazing display with all my pictures from when I was in my mom’s stomach (I mean it) til now.  It was a crazy thing to see how I have changed throughout the years, and all the different trends I have gone through.  

Every minute needs to be enjoyed.  One can’t worry about little things because life will pass you by.

The days of Summer are long gone, and all that is left is the beginning of Fall and the memories. Fall is my favorite season, so I am ready for the leaves to change colors; the brisk air to touch my cheeks; and enjoy all the wonderful festivities that occur at this time. Additionally, it’s Cebastian’s and my birthday in October, and so we have tons to celebrate. He’s turning seven, and I’m turning 30. I feel that is will be a new phase in my life, and I am more than ready to start it.

I have fulfilled the majority of my dreams, and I can’t wait to finally begin the few that are remaining. I’m glad that I am able to begin this new time in the Fall. I want to meet new friends, reacquaint myself with old ones, learn new things, and continue learning more about what I already know. I’m more than ready.

I leave you with one my favorite summer songs: