I went most of the weekend without being anywhere near a computer, and I think it was much-needed. Now I find myself less dialed in at all times of the day... what a stifling relationship we had. We're much healthier this way.
|Neil & I - somehow looking like different people. A magic trick.|
So - It's no big secret that I'm a huge spaz. (I refer you to the Elaine Dance incident, and oh - spraining my ankle at the WreckRoom).
Well, I was almost proud of myself on Saturday night. I had been dancing and bouncing around for hours on mangled, slanted heels without falling once. But when it was time to leave and I got to the snowy, icy sidewalk, I stupidly turned around quickly and fell. Hard. Concrete. Ouch.
Knees, elbows, chest, arms = bumps and bruises.
|How attractive. Blues and purples.|
At least I'm consistent. Reliable. That's me.
On another random and unrelated topic (See? Consistent!), tomorrow will be my one year Single-versary.
That's right. My first ever entire year of being single. A lot of people, myself included, wouldn't have been surprised if I had jumped into the first relationship that came my way. I usually would; I often did. But not this time. I mostly ducked and weaved and ran away (from some really great guys, no less), to sort of prove to myself that I'm fully capable of being an awesometastic single chick.
But instead of making myself a tasty cake with a big number 1 on it to celebrate my newfound ability to handle that "one is the loneliest number", I'm acknowledging it with this blog post.
And, hell.... let's be honest. I'll likely find myself in a relationship after my first week back in Toronto. So that's why I haven't moved yet....right.
The year's up - It's over! Let's do this.
Please join me in dancing around to Kris' Life Theme Song to Karaoke Forever & Ever Amen (or - KLTSTKFAEA, as it is known in many circles.):