I spend a ridiculous amount of money on books. No regrets though.
I do have Kindle Unlimited, which helps a bit.
Maybe I should get a library card when I move?
Currently reading: The Girls by Emma Cline & Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman by Lindy West. The latter was my BOTM club selection for June. I’m enjoying it more than I expected.
If you are a psychological horror fan, you must read I’m Thinking of Ending Things. I finished that one last night, and even gave it five stars on Goodreads, which I almost never do.
Since D is on work travel today, we can’t celebrate his birthday until he gets home tomorrow night. Boo.
So…I’m supposed to be celebrating Danielle’s birthday tonight instead.
D is only getting better with age. He’s even sexier now than when I met him. On all levels.
I had crazy, vivid, and disturbing dreams last night. I think it was because of that book. I was trapped in this house with a bunch of people, some of whom turned into zombie like creatures, and I ended up having to kill a bunch of them. One I stabbed to death with a fucking hanger. It was cray.
Oh and speaking of birthdays…I’m going on a girls trip in August for K’s birthday. So excited!
My own birthday is a little over a month away. I’m not sure what I want to do.
Tomorrow is hair cut day, and per usual I am torn between a pixie and growing it out a bit. *sigh*
It was 102 degrees yesterday and that is just disgusting and unacceptable. Fuck summer.
I think my ex has gotten to the point where he genuinely considers us to be friends. I say this because he has been calling me a lot lately and telling me random shit about his life, like he just wants to chat or is seeking advice. I’m not getting an I want to get back together vibe from him, despite the fact that he often remarks/whines that dating is brutal and he hates it. Though that may be just because he knows that’s not even a remote possibility for me. We have been able to talk about his dating life pretty candidly for a while now, but recently he has gotten a lot better about hearing about D and Freya and our plans with the house. And sometimes he even brings it up himself. Like the other day he told me I was lucky to be in a long term, stable relationship. So…idk. I guess it’s a good thing, right?
Yesterday, he called to tell me something about our dog, Gracie. Gracie is 14 years old. She’s a miniature dachshund so apparently she could still have several years of good living ahead of her. I miss her. I would love another mini dachshund, except dogs are so much work. So high maintenance. The cat life is much easier.
Well…except when your cat is a total asshole like mine is.
This is all over the place. I could keep going, but I probably shouldn’t. Some of what is on my mind isn’t fit for public consumption. Haha.