Sunday drive
I took a drive down the coast to Santa Cruz this afternoon, just to get out of the house and think. There were a million other things I should have done today, but chose not to. Funny thing, time. It sure has a way of catching up to you. I am in a rut! Single and celebate for over a year now. Not that it matters, but it does. Not getting any younger yet, I don't go out, I don't have the friends I used to have and have realized I have beccome somewhat of a recluse. What in the world am I thinking? I am a beautiful woman who could use to lose 10lbs. But, what woman couldn't except a skinny looking Nicole Richie. Do I really believe that some gorgeous woman with whom all ideals and intrigues and commons are the same as what I am looking for, and is SHE just going to knock on my door and say I have been looking for you! I seriously doubt it. The group of girls I do know are older, either involved or bitter and a little more masculine than what I am looking for. Do I look out the window as i drive wishing someone was next to me holding my hand as I drive, you bet. I must get out of this funk. The girls I work with want to go out for a drink. They are all straight and although I enjoy their company at work, heading out after a long day to have a mediocre margarita at a place called Chilis is not my idea of a fun time. Am I being too materialistic? Should I really give Chilis a try? I used to be so fun, energetic, and easygoing. Now I work 10-12 hours a day and come home to have a manhattan and unwind with my dog. I think about moving to the city, then I remember why I left LA. Too busy, now I am too bored. I feel if I write this stuff down maybe some answers will come to me. If nothing comes from today it was a beautiful sunday drive
