Another weekend down. Played host (badly according to M) and the time went by far too fast as it always does when one knows it’s limited. Spent quite a bit of time outside in the beautiful weather that contained hidden toxins courtesy of Canadian wildfires. Walking outside and talking to friends happen to be on my list of top 5 activities and I would be content to spend the majority of everyday doing it. Wish there was a way to get paid for it.
I’d like to say I adhered to my intentions for the weekend but it would be a lie. I had my moments where I strayed. I let M stress me out and dominate conversations I can never have again. That being said, I did have fun and I am still determined that my future will be what I make of it. I have also learned (I knew but…) that BDSM shows are not nearly as entertaining as one might want them to be, I still don’t care for Coronas and there’s always a price to pay for spending time in moldy environments.
Ahahahaha, as I finished typing this post the song “Another One Bites The Dust” just started playing, which is ironic since I had already named this post as such.