i really did. on saturday, i busted ass on this apartment. i went and bought the remaining furniture i needed to get myself organized. i unpacked the remaining boxes and did it. i did some much needed cleaning---mopping, scrubbing, sweeping. it was a good thing.
on sunday, i went to the adam's avenue roots & folk festival. i wandered around on my own sitting and listening to different folk bands and perusing the booths. it was so lovely. so much fun. i love street fairs and festivals. i could do them every day. also, an old man told me i was beautiful. that never hurts. (also, i love old men.)
today i spent 45 excruciating minutes at the bank. quite frankly, i try to spend as little time in banks as humanly possible. bank robberies are on my list of somewhat irrational fears...along with carjackings and getting shot. i had to wait for a bank official for some biznass. anyway, it wasn't exactly great fun, but i put on my patient pants and remained calm. it all turned out ok. the bank did not get robbed while i was there. knock on wood.
i'm trying to be good at doing things by myself and not getting all bummed out that i do not have any friends. i did a good job this weekend. except because i never really talk to other people, when i finally am around another person, i tend to go overboard--like the checker at the grocery store, or the maintenance man at the gym, or the passing mailman. they hear more than they probably bargained for.
how come the old man in YOUR story said you're beautiful, and the old man in MY story told me i was sexually promiscuous??
ReplyDeleteoh hey - massachusetts sucks.
just thought i'd let you know.