Self-Proclaimed

I officially win slacker of the year. I took today off of work so I could write my paper one existentialism and clean the house since Mark is coming this weekend. And instead... I slept. ALL DAY. Yeah. Thus far I've taken care of all of my shoes upstairs and put my clothes away. I also hid X-mas presents. There's a potluck at work tomorrow and I have to cut and peel a bunch of potatoes to make crock pot scalloped potatoes. I've got a load of laundry in the dryer and another in the washer, plus another couple in the basket that will have to wait 'til Saturday or Sunday to be washed. I need to care of the mail that seems to pile up on the kitchen table and the stack of magazines that seem to pile up in front of the couch. And I definitely need to vacuum. I'm supposed to be writing my paper right now, but I've gotta be honest with ya.... I hate existentialism. I hate everything about it. The only thing I've eaten today is a salad that I picked up at Mejier yesterday. I've got some fresh cauliflower steaming on the stove and a couple of chicken sausages w/feta and spinch trying to boil. I'm gonna stick a couple of olive oil rosemary ciabatta rolls in the oven, but I should probably go mess w/the laundry first.

Oh, and yay Obama!

Fizzled

So it's been nearly a year since I've posted. Mark and I had a fantastic relationship that just kinda.... fizzled. We still see each other (very infrequently) and the "I love you"s have all but ceased.

Shortly after New Year's he started to withdraw. He said that saying "I love you" frequently was redundant. And I've sort of stopped loving him. Until I see him, which is so infrequent that most of the time I just don't care about him.

Eventually I'm going to move on. I'll start seeing and sleeping with other people again. I guess the reason I haven't yet is that I'm hoping that the wonderful man I fell in love with last year will return to sweep me off my ft again. Unfortunately, I don't think he exists anymore.

I think, when you're aware that a woman doesn't respect many men other than you, you'd want to maintain that respect. Sadly, I've lost it. And I don't think he's even aware.