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Some days

 Some days i struggle with something to write about.  I've tried to make writing a part of my morning routine, and admittedly I don't really stick to that on the weekend.

I arrive at work ridiculously early and I take that time to myself to write while I have a cup of coffee.

Mr. Jersey seems to be a reply guy.  He peppers me with text messages and pictures (I do really like his style) but nothing of any real substance.  So I will let that go on until it peters out.  He's not a jerk.

I finished reading the book "All the wonderful and ugly things" yesterday and I've never read a novel like this before.  It kept me reading, but I couldn't figure out if I was routing for the two mains or if I was disgusted.  I love books like that,that you think are going to be a little story but turn into conflicting feelings........you know, like real life.

Now I'm on to the next book - which hopefully will grab me like the last.  I've been reading a lot again and also, playing with the damn switch, which I'm WaY too excited about.  No one can truly call me a gamer because I only really play the one game and that I mostly to impress my 6 year granddaughter....


SIDE NOTE:

I'm messaging with a man I date a couple of years ago on a dating app.  He was a nice man, he treated me really well. I was working 2 jobs at the time and he offered to meet me in between to take me to dinner and brought me flowers kind of nice.  Old fashioned, chivalrous, romantic.........but he has 2 very young children.  In a way it was good because he didn't require a lot of time from me at least every other weekend.  BUT there were other small things.  He didn't listen to me when I told him I had a weekend off and I needed to stay home in pj's and just stay away from the world.  That was when I broke it off.

We probably should have just had an argument.  But I ended it.  I think because of  his having much younger kids.

Anyways, we chat back and forth and lament on dating.

Today he is very chatty.

Mr. Jersey popped in to say hello and promptly disappeared as he does.

Cake boy, who I went out with on Saturday night, is feeling chatty today.  I'm not sure how much more clear I can be that I'm not interested.

and now, to just add a nice layer of poop on top of it all - Mr. Married, the guy from work I dated years ago who turns out to be MARRIED has found my tiktok and keeps messaging me.  He can't work anymore because he had a major stroke but apparently he can bother me.

What the fuck is in the air?


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