My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

Today I had an experience that I thought only happened on tv shows or in bad rom-coms. Ok, it wasn't too too bad, but it was still annoying. So I'm at a barbecue at a friend of a friend's house. The majority of the people there were married and/or had kids, but I was holding my own and manning my cooler of jello shots. No big deal. Then a new person arrives, a dude, and the hostess of the party was immediately all like, "Hey, by the way, he's single. And a dentist! Eh?" ::raised eyebrows in that wink-wink-nudge-nudge kinda way:: sigh. But I'm not going to be openly bitchy to the guy...we make small talk or whatever. He's not my type. Granted I don't really have a "type" anymore, but if I did, I would really have been all that interested. Dude leaves the party an hour or two later to do some things and says he'll be back. Hostess later remarks, "Yeah, come to think of it, he's got a lot of baggage. He's got kids and

...so I'm going to keep writing. Maybe I'll do this every day till I figure it out. Maybe I'll look at all of this tomorrow and say, "Well, fuck that," and find something else to go and do. I remembered on my way home from work that I don't have any food in my house, which means that at some point this evening I'll have to get back up from this couch and over to the grocery store on the opposite side of town if I plan on anything that resembles dinner. It's actually pretty funny how I think that buying stuff from the grocery store is somehow more responsible or healthier than take out every night, but it really isn't because I've recently refused to cook anything. I don't have a dishwasher in my apartment, which means that every single pot, pan, dish, and utensil has to be washed by hand - my hands - at some point in the immediate but often distant future. I think it's a miracle that I've lived here for almost a year and a half

::sigh:: I often make the mistake of reading my last post immediately before posting again. Usually to remind myself of where I was and what I was doing the last time I remembered that I had a blog and decided to write. This time around, I read all my posts from five years ago. When I think about five years - it doesn't seem like all that much time or that anything of major significance could happen. But that year was important...it was a new(ish) start for a lot of things. When I think about different eras in my life, there's Jersey Part One (birth to age 6), Illinois, Jersey Part Two, Florida, and Jersey Part Three - where I am now. And now I've been back for five years. Those years have flown by and soooo much has happened since then. It was easier to start chronicling the landmarks and milestones with quippy status updates than sitting and compiling it all into a post. Eventually, as is quite evident from the growing length of time between posts, I forgave myself,