lately.

 

Life is going quite well.  Work is awesome, I’m getting along with everyone there (including my robot boss and his Spanish wife, chachiiing) and I’m making really good money.  I’m almost done with my grad school applications. I’m starting voice lessons again this week.  I bought a canvas and I’m going to paint soon.  I keep having these premonitions that I’m going to look fondly back on this part of my life.  It’s a little vagabondish, a little bit foolish, but my oh my if it isn’t exactly where I want to be.

In negative news:

  Rant: I can’t believe—and this sounds harsh, I know—that I dated such a pervert for the better part of a year.  That kind of stuff catches up to you, you know?  It most definitely impacts personal and business potential.  The worst part about it is that it’s under this “art” facade, and there’s a pretty thick line between art and smut that some people just cannot grasp.  The sad thing is is that he’s really talented in photography; I hope he ends up “using his powers for good rather than for evil” in the future.  

Okay, got that off my chest.  So, in happier news:

The love between me and Robert has been undulating and twisting and shaping into something even more beautiful than I initially imagined.   God!  I have never woken up next to someone and immediately smiled every single time.  I hate to be all syrupy and cliche, but there just aren’t words for it yet.  I read a quote somewhere that you won’t know until the end of your life exactly who your truest love was, but I have a pretty good idea so far.

Random thought of the afternoon: I find it very uncomfortable to see “older people” (e.g. people over 40) doing beer bongs.  I haven’t even done a beer bong, but something about the imagine is slightly pathetic looking.

That’s all for now.

 

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