Greetings from the Roc!

So, I'm here, I finally made it to the blog that was created out of the apartment I lived in. I'm glad I made it, yet I feel slightly left out because I didn't know this thing existed until a month after it was created. Bitterness aside, I am here, and that's what really matters!

Let me start off by saying how much I miss all of you. There is not a day that goes by that I don't find myself talking about my roommates. I still say roommates because ex-roommates or former roommates sounds so, ugh, and I really just feel dirty even thinking about it. I can't wait for our reunion in a few weeks, it is going to be the best weekend, probably ever.

Since I have moved home, I have learned a few things about life and myself. Some are new things, some are recent realizations of things that were always there, and some of it is just the same old shit. Everything has its pros and cons though, sweet and sour, you get the picture.

Rochester is not that bad, I've really grown to appreciate this place and Im not sure if I will stay here or where I will go from here, but I feel free. Living is easier and I can feed myself now, oh I bruise a lot less now too. I think that has something to do with the eating real food thing, not 2am veggie burgers and fries from Crown Fried Chicken LOL There is the down side to that though, I don't have my ladies. And since I have moved home, I have had a 50% decrease in the Rochester friend count as many of my friends here have fled to other cities. By January, the only close girlfriend I have here, Catherine, will probably have run away to Colorado to live with her boyfriend who just moved there last weekend. I don't really want to think about it.

More new things: my hair is turning into a serious mullet and I have no future plans of getting rid of my baby waterfall in the back. I have also reverted back to dark hair, not black though, chocolate. I have a new found love for mani-pedis, I have been going ever 2 weeks or so. For those that I haven't told, which I think would be anyone that isn't Jones, I have a new obsession with karaoke and go every Sunday. It's like church for drunks.

As we speak, I am trying out those vagi cups. I was at walmart today buying stuff to change my car's oil and needed tampons. After standing in the aisle for 5 minutes longer than necessary just in case the tampon aisle has changed since the last time I bought tampons, my curiousity about those weird things got the best of me and I bought them. Took em home, read the box, opened the package up, popped it in and THEN looked on the internet to get the full deal. A little backwards, but here is what I have learned: they are really not fun to remove, apparently. Im kind of terrified to remove it... On the up-side, there are lots of ladies that claim they are great for sex during that time of the month. Unfortunately for me, I can't experiment with that part of it because one of things in my life that has not changed is my luck with dudes.

Here is what I learned about myself versus the opposite sex lately: wrestlers still suck, my exboyfriend is still crazy, boys that you have known since high school that you have had a crush on since then, and you really thought he might be a nice guy and it would be great to get to know him better still really only wants to get in your pants, other boys that you have also known for awhile that has always been wonderful to you but unfortunately has also always had a girlfriend and the timing was never right until now, but for some reason the thought of dating him scares the shit out of you and you have sleepovers all the time with him, but he never tries/says anything and you wuss out too, will drive you crazy and you will be unsure of his feelings so you let it slide too long and now he ignores you when another girl is around... they suck too. Oh yeah, also boys that were friends of your friends in high school seem like gentleman and intellectually intriguing when you have random conversation with at the local drinking establishment, but turn out to be weird and creepy, and probably also just trying to gain entrance to pants. AND, oh yeah, when talking about boy issues with friend's new roommate who recently broke up with his girlfriend will see your vulnerability and succomb to his own vulnerabilities and casually ask you out to dinner some time. AWKWARD

I learned how to play euchre too, play it all the time while drinking pbr at the local drinking establishment. Have I mentioned that this place is 3 blocks from my house, and I still always drive there? Yeah...

Ok, I've rambled enough, but I have a lot to make up for. And a lot of reading to catch up on... So until next time when our stars realign...

Love,
MoM<3