So I woke up this morning at 6ish am. I’ve been doing shit-all. I made some yam fries last nite, so i just fried it up this morn with my omelet covered in goat cheese. YUMMMM Then I proceeded to turn on my FoodTV on Demand for an episode with Condensed Milk. Definitely fulfilling.
I decided to go back to my laptop and procrastinate a bit more with uploading photos on Facebook. I was looking thru profiles with random surfing/stalking tendencies… I got a couple requests and of course they both had to be my most loathed ex-bfs. I was considering adding one of them since we dated over 7-8 years ago and he’s no longer in the same city, let alone continent. The other is just a fool that punked me off big time. Anyways, I declined both of their requests.
After that, I started realizing that my relationships are so frequent that it’s about time to put a stop to this. My aunt recently gave me a reading of my numbers using a special type of numerology which I learned a few years ago. Her knowledge is far more in-depth and she said that there will never be a man that can fully satisfy me. So my destiny in relationships is always to trade up. I hate thinking of it that way, but I guess its sorta-kinda true. I’d say that my bf selection has gotten a little bit better. As my friends are getting more serious in their relationships and pushing towards settling down with their mates, it makes me sad that it probably won’t happen for me. My aunt said that the relationships for me will come and go, I’ll never really put my heart into it – instead, I’m more likely to plan my next travels or line up my next gig than be in a serious relationship.
Other revelations?? She said that my numbers do outline a larger than life personality. I’m a talker (we all know that) and my numbers say that I’m great at it. Not only am I great at it, it’s a destiny for me to become an actress, or to pursue something artsy-fashion-entertainment. I can’t wait to fulfill my destiny.. but for now, spending a winter alone without a “winter blanket” is frustrating this year. Sigh.