Sunday Girl

Yeeeeeuhhhh, it's Sunday. Finally. A long week of work is over. My week wasn't that bad, either, just drawn out and kind of stagnant. Last night was pretty much like every other Saturday night/Sunday morning. I always feel so frazzled when I leave work anyway that I have to go home and take a shower, lay down, and recover. I've lost interest in blogging, mainly because I'm sure I'm the only one who reads this, and if by chance someone out there is reading this bunch of blah right now, I'm sorry for this erratic mess you have just read. Today is a day to do things. The weather is warm and the air smells nice. I'm going to try to go home and then come back out to return something at a clothing store and maybe get some sandals. And some fun workout wear for my slow walks around the jogging path close to my home. I like to pretend I'm fitness conscious, but in reality, I still have the same affinity for neon tinged black spandex that I had when I was a chubby 10 year old kid back in the early 90's. All I need is a pair of white leather keds and a really bad oversized t-shirt tied into a knot on the side and I can party like it's 1992 all over again. *shudders* I really don't feel like going back to this yuppie store I went to to buy a coat, but I have to. I'm not going to keep a coat that doesn't fit. Please God send me into the arms of a nice older guy who just wants to hang around and watch good old movies at night. Someone laid back and kind of scary looking, but with a golden heart. Thank you.