Namaste

So yeah, I've spent a nice weekend alone in my very filthy apartment. My cat Oskar is a filthy pig, he acts like a drunken midget. Pissin all over the place, leaving messes everywhere. It's like having the tazmanian devil in your house. It's all fun and games but every day is a new day in which I have to clean his messes up. It's quite tiring.
I had to stop writing for a moment to get my Sunday treat. This Sunday I'm having a kaktus/lime/lemon drink (sans alcohol) and frosen cubes of mango instead of ice cubes. I have to get my eating in order so I'm trying to treat myself with foods that aren't chocolate or red meats. Since those two are no good for you, I've noticed.
Anyhoo, I've noticed that my patterns are quite screwed up and backwards. During the weeks I'm never home so during the weekends I make up for lost time and stay home. That's a bit backwards if you ask me. And to be uite frank, I haven't been out dancing for a good two years. These last two with Marcus have been killer ones. Not in a positive sense, but rather negative. I sort of lost my spirit and that sucks big time, and I know you guys will agree.
My self-esteem has been all over the place since we got together and I don't quite know why he makes me doubt myself. But he does. Still. And now I'm taking back control.
Now I have some music to listen to and maybe catch an episode or two of Family Guy. Sweet :D

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