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Not bad for a sick girl
Aug. 2nd, 2011 05:28 pmI just realized that yesterday marked the third anniversary of my big move from the place I shared with Rob for eons to a crappy little flat in downtown Toronto.
Somehow, it seems like more time has passed. Not because it's gone slowly, but because so much has changed.
I dated so much that I decided I couldn't stand it anymore and closed my legs up indefinitely. I've also done some interesting work, got two IMDB credits, been diagnosed with a stupid, mysterious illness, gotten off the head drugs (and survived the withdrawl hell), moved twice, attended some exciting concerts, adopted an adorable little boy and completed a novel.
All I needed was a change of scenery and relationship status. My life may be in a tired, irritating phase, but I'm amazed what one can accomplish when one doesn't have a boyfriend to make one feel bad about oneself.
Somehow, it seems like more time has passed. Not because it's gone slowly, but because so much has changed.
I dated so much that I decided I couldn't stand it anymore and closed my legs up indefinitely. I've also done some interesting work, got two IMDB credits, been diagnosed with a stupid, mysterious illness, gotten off the head drugs (and survived the withdrawl hell), moved twice, attended some exciting concerts, adopted an adorable little boy and completed a novel.
All I needed was a change of scenery and relationship status. My life may be in a tired, irritating phase, but I'm amazed what one can accomplish when one doesn't have a boyfriend to make one feel bad about oneself.
