The only things I want to eat anymore: burritos from Chipotle, green chile bagels with jalapeno salsa cream cheese from Einstein Bros. Bagels, and greek yogurt mixed with fruit. Nothing else ever sounds good. I haven’t been cooking much the last two weeks, because it doesn’t seem worth the effort. Jackson usually refuses to eat anything I prepare, and I don’t care enough to try just for me.
The Neighbourhood recently released two new songs, and I love them. All of their songs are amazing. I stalk their website, because I’m hoping they will be coming to St. Louis soon. Chicago works, too. I’m willing to travel.
I have to say it again: Gillian Flynn. Why are you so awesome?
All I want to do is read. I haven’t been watching much television in the last few months. It’s weird, because when I was married, I feel like that’s all we ever did. I like this better.
But speaking of television, I’m really enjoying Girls and The Walking Dead. I’m kind of over Grey’s, though it pains me to admit it. I don’t feel like I can stop watching it though, because I’ve invested so much. I’m hoping it will end soon.
Walking Dead talk: Wtf, Daryl? I love you. Please come back.
I think I’ve decided to move, but only if I can find the perfect place. I need extra space for Jackson and all of his stuff. He has taken over my living room, and I don’t like it. My lease is up in about four months, so I guess I need to start figuring it out.
