Ketchup

One day there were three tomatoes walking down the street, a mama tomato, a daddy tomato and a baby tomato. Baby tomato is walking too slowly, so the daddy tomato goes back, steps on him and says 'ketchup!' "

*GROAN*


Most of you know the changes that have come about, that will be coming about.
And I feel bad about neglecting you for so long, but I didn't want this blog to just be me whining about how I think I need anti-anxiety meds or a yoga class or to get laid.

So in a nutshell:

• I'm single for the first time in almost 11 years.
• I'm still crazy after all these years.
• Some could say I ended things, but I think that is debatable.
• 31 is a time, and just like every other break-up I've had (yes, all two of them prior to this one), I have impeccable timing
• Breakdowns are not fun at all, especially for those of us who claim we don't have tear ducts
• My friends and family are truly awesome and lovely and amazing (hereby referred to as "besties")
• He took the Elvis Costello records
• I received a wee scholarship to grad school!
• Grad school starts on wednesday and I'm stupid excited for it.
• I can't believe how much I enjoy the crushing loneliness that is living by myself.
• Lines are not easily cast/reeled in/caught/kept
• Thank god for the smooth jazz stylings of Tony Bennett/George Benson/Chuck Mangione
• Thank god for Neko Case/the New Pornographers/Mates of State and all the other sad bastard music out there
• The Brewers are in first. Like for-real first. 
• This past Saturday night was spent with besties, sipping mai-tai's, while I texted my dad smooth jazz puns regarding above artists and the Brewers; I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time.
• Not that it happens often, but I have absolutely no idea what to do with hit-ons by people I find semi-attractive/line worthy
• I'm still a super jealous person which is a total first world problem
• I just learned about first world problems, from a new bestie
• I collect besties like it's my job, but I have tons of new besties that seriously make me guffaw on a daily basis. Yeah, I just said guffaw
• This doesn't mean I love the old besties any less.
• Make new friends, keep the old. One is silver and the other gold.
• Besties, booze and the brewers (andsomesupergooditwasfunwhileitlastedyouknow) have kept me sane through all of this.

Loves.

Seriously.

Loves.