Quit hitting yourself

I could have also titled this blog "Oh lord its hard to be humble" but the other is a bit more spot on. Just like an invisible hand grabbing my arm and making me hit myself.; I was called out for the very thing I ranted about in my previous post. And rightfully so. Fuck. Despite how little I really have to say to anyone about anything, i still managed to overshare. It was a minor misstep but a entirely jarring one. Faceung my reflection and seeing shadows wasnt entirely painless.

Ive made amends, set the boundaries and commited the lesson to memory.

I forgot how small this world is.

In other news, week one with the roomate is done. It was pleasant enough. She left Sat. morning and, here at 6:30 on Monday morning, hasnt yet made it back. Where did she go? I dont know and I dont care too.

The dogs are getting along nicely. Mine are a little to playfull at times but Stella is very good natured and patient. She seems happy for thier company.

This summer the weekends have been warm and I have gotten as much out the the pool as possible. Its been icy cold and super refreshing to dip into on account of tropical summer storms. When the backend of a hurricane rolls through, I can practically smell the ocean.

All of a sudden... boom... the wall exploded in facts and information. It looks like time for a blast off.