Yesterday I went bowling with my bf and his family. First, bowling is hard. I don’t know when the last time I bowled was but I am Queen Gutterball. Fear me!
Second, I could not get the little run stance throw thing right. Does this have a name? I know it does but being a sucky bowler I don’t know what it is. I would kind of walk up the lane, stop, and hurl my ball. A few times I knocked down every pin but one. That’s annoying.
Third, my Gutterball arm and opposite hip are so sore today. Bowling is some kind of lame-o workout! Who knew?
My favorite thing to eat at Thanksgiving is mashed potatoes. And I’m thinking this is kind of sad because a) how boring and b) mashed potatoes are the simplest thing there. But I guess sometimes simple is best right?
Today is hard. I wondered why I even live where I do and what I am going to do about my not having a job thing and what to do about, eh I don’t know, EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.
At one point I had a meltdown and couldn’t stop crying and couldn’t explain why and then we went to a party and that was fun but now I am home again and I feel the same way. Sad. Lost. Not sure what to do next.
I am happy for my friends who have babies and houses and jobs and things they earned because they worked hard. But I feel like the loser little kid who cannot get her shit together and I have to drag the person I am with through every step with me and sometimes it just gets really exhausting.