Ahh, so we meet again, dear weblog.
You know, it's been years since I had one of you that I actually used on any kind of regular basis. We'll see how this goes.
Maybe one day our love will grow.
Or maybe I'll just leave you to rot in cyberspace.
But until then, you are naught but an internet vomitorium. A condom, if you will, to catch all of my spare thoughts and ramblings to keep them from plauging the general public. A place where I can spew all of the garbage that goes through my head into the comforting anonymity of the interwebs.
For the time being, you shall be my new confidante. A place where I can stow all the things I don't really want to say outloud, or at least, a place where I can get them straight before I do.
We meet on the eve of my second marriage counseling appointment. I've been married for nearly a year and a half and mostly, it's been a good thing.
My husband Jason is rapidly approaching 30 and just starting an actual career.
I'm 23 and I've been waiting for one of those since I was oh, I don't know, 5?
So right now I'm wasting away behind a hotel concierge desk, paying off student loans with my hourly wages that I make being a desk bitch to rich, entitled travelers who come to Asheville because it's "whimsical" and "quaint."
Truth be told, it's not exactly where I thought I would be right now if you'd asked me one of those idiotic job interview questions about my plans for the future sophomore year of school. And Lord knows I've NEVER been good at bending over backwards for people and isn't it damned funny that it's what I do to pay my bills? Ha.
Anywho.
Tomorrow I see my shrink, who will help Jason and I mediate how we're going to get to where we (and by we I mostly mean I) want to go in life because as of it right now we're stuck like a couple of quadriplegics in a 3-legged race. I have all of these dreams and I got married thinking I'd lucked out and won a partner to help me pursue them, and now instead I'm married to this cinder block that freaks the fuck out if I so much as dream about law school.
Not to mention my plan to join the Navy to pay for it.
But, Jason loves to talk about doing big things and having a big house and traveling big places and it's gonna take 2 of us to make that happen.
And it's not happening while we're in Asheville, that's for damn sure.
We'll chat more tomorrow. I'm sure I'll have some good shit to report after my appointment.
Bonne nuit.
-L
