Some would agree that I am a “classic case of dysfunction” in that I’m just as dysfunctional as the next person… But, I have some uniquely dysfunctional qualities about me, morals that I struggle with, concepts that make total sense and yet are hard to grasp…
1. I live with my boyfriend. ← That in and of itself isn’t necessarily dysfunctional UNLESS you know my family. Maybe my parents and siblings aren’t as naive as I believe them to be. But, they are very much of the traditional kind. No sex before marriage. No living with your significant other…
2. I dislike my job. ← Again, not necessarily dysfunctional. My boss is an egotistical asshole. That sums him up pretty nicely. 🙂
3. I cuss. I drink. I smoke. I’ve done drugs (I do not do drugs — although given the right circumstances…). No only do I cuss, drink, and smoke, I LIKE doing those things. Oh. And I have sex. Again, my parents/siblings/extended family would be utterly appalled to know that I’m such a blatant sinner.
4. I don’t know how to clean. Ok, I know **how** to clean. I figured out that baking soda and peroxide make a miracle cleaning paste that can turn a yellow crust-covered stovetop into a gleaming white surface again. The part that I have a problem with is keeping up with it all. I have a boyfriend and two dogs. And a roommate. Disclaimer: the roommate is not our pet. One would think that I could manage to keep a kitchen (and dining room, living room, bathroom, and bedroom) in decent shape…
I haven’t quite decided what this blog is going to be about. I’m sure my ramblings will attain some kind of shape over the next few weeks and months… I stopped blogging on a regular basis some time ago. Perhaps now is the time to jump back in to something I once loved.
Good day.
