i'm not even going to lie to you. i sorta hate blogging as of late. i get in these moods sometimes. when i think sharing pieces of life on this very one sided platform is entirely inane. why do you care? why do i care? who caaaares?
so then i sit here, and stare at my computer and try to think of something, anything that is noteworthy, even in my own opinion. and i come up empty handed so instead i window shop online. filling my cart with items that i know i shouldn't really buy and so i don't. i close the window or i slowly delete each item from my cart, one by one. i still have 1 item in my amazon cart right now. it's a black bravado nursing bra - because i only have one other bravado bra and it's money, it's bombtastic and i should buy another one but the $40 is making me hesitate. but i really am tired of wearing sports bras on the daily. my neck is tired.
i might be a shopaholic.
which brings me to a current bit of contention in life. i want to leave the house daily, especially on sunny days. i like to get dressed and get in the car and head out to my destination, any destination. i pretend i'll end up at the park or maybe to the trail for a walk, when in reality i'm going to end up at a store, most likely target. and starbucks, i'll end up at starbucks. this is good for my overall morale to see other people, peruse the colorful aisles, drink the delicious iced confections, and so on. but this is not good for my wallet - rather, our wallet, the family wallet since i no longer bring in any substantial dough - and it's a struggle.
i'll work it out but for the record, that's that.
anyone else feel me on this?
in other news, i guess i just need to start typing and i'm suddenly over my blog strike...
but the best news, i'm seriously obsessed with my men, those two right there.
i mean, my gaaawd.