I can’t cook, because I don’t really try. All these years I have avoided spending time in the kitchen not because I am a horrible cook, but because I don’t want to cook. I decided the other day: IF I WANTED TO COOK, I’D BE PRETTY BOMB AT IT.
I grew up being told that the way I acted wasn’t the way I was supposed to act.
“Charmaine, girls don’t dress like that.. act like that.. talk like that. Charmaine, women need to learn how to do certain house chores, like cooking.” Or my favorite, “Charmaine, this is not the time a lady comes home!”
So in response to my feminist attitude, I just steered clear of the one place in the house where I felt too many women before me were embedded to.
But now I’ve realized, I can bring home the bacon & fry it too.
So goodbye to my “I can’t cook” excuse and hello to a new challenge that I welcome with a new respect.
What it felt like to be in love..
It feels pretty good =)
I’ve never been put in this position before, it’s like the movies.
I guess this is punishment from the Romance Gods for all of the years I’ve made fun of chick flicks?
My boyfriend is moving to Las Vegas and there’s nothing we could do to stop it.
If you told me, in the beginning, that this would happen and I would be very upset about it, I would have laughed and said ”you’re stupid”.
In the past, when boyfriends have left me, it was okay because it ended horribly.. Screaming, fighting, anger throughout the atmosphere. And that made it easy to get over, I was always motivated to move on and make myself better, ten fold.
But now its come so fast that I feel completely powerless.. and time feels as if it has slowed down, pinning me in utter sadness. There’s no one to get mad at, shit happens.
So, what to do now?
Continue to go to school, take up more hours at work.. Fill up my time with a steady schedule, living robotically throughout each day until time helps heal the pain. That’s all we could ever do, right?
That tumblarity is gone, now I can focus on blogging forreal. (=
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and the text message was typed, all I had to do was press send.. But I actually stopped and thought about it. Do I really want to do this? Then I gave it some thought, and the nervous feelings went away, and I escaped the text message without saving.
I guess I’m learning..
I deserve a fucking cookie for that.
My mom just asked me if I wanted to bake pancakes, lmao.
