Quick Update

It’s almost the end of March.  I still have not spoken to my mother after that run-in with my brother.  She is, apparently, mad at ME.  I don’t know what I did wrong, but apparently it was bad enough for her to not call me on Christmas, see me in person at a cousins wedding and avoid me like the plague, not call me on my THIRTIETH birthday (that’s right, I’m no longer in my twenties, YIKES!!!) but sent me a measly text that said, “happy dirty thirty.  If it matters, Scott says happy birthday too.” 
No I love you or anything. 

She also informed my Grandma that she doesn't have time for me anymore because she's too busy focusing on her grandson. 

 

I think that’s when I decided that 30% of the reason I don’t want kids is because I don’t want to turn into a shitty parent like one of the ones that brought me into this world. 

That and because I just don’t want to ruin my life. 

Just My Luck

Lenny and I have had a great run. 
And we’re still running. 

And you know how much I love to run...

 

New Year’s Eve was fun- just the two of us getting shit-faced on the roof of a building in Little Italy. 

So things are going good.  Nay- things are going great.  I seriously could not ask for a better…boyfriend, if that’s what you want to call him.  (And sometimes I do- but mostly just because it’s a lot easier to say than “the dude I’m seeing” or “my boning buddy” or something like that.)

 

So what does luck have to do with it?

The kickballers are all attending a wedding together the first weekend in February.  No dates, just the kickballers.  GQ is even going to come down from lala land that weekend to hang out.

Oh, and GQ is staying with me. 

Go ahead and let that sink in for a second…

 

Seven months ago this would have been the greatest thing to ever happen to mankind. 

And now I have a boyfriend.