Something to say...

...but it just won't come. Perhaps I should start with the random little things that are on my mind.

Life...is it meant to feel this blinding? Where to next...where to go from here....will it ever make sense? While I feel that way now, I look back to where I was five years ago and realize that life makes much more sense than it did. What is the saying? Youth is wasted on the young? Maybe life is just one big ball of irony.

Work...are we meant to spend 50 hours of our weeks there? Really? Is that what it's all about? And where does it all stop? We all try to be better than the rest of our coworkers, try to give 110%. And if our fellow coworkers are giving 110% then by god, we better give 115%. If they are working 10 hour days then we better be working 11 hour days. Is this a natural progression into work completely taking over our lives? Or is this just me and my crazy job? Either way, I find myself living for my one day off (which has been a bit of the norm lately). When I do get two days off in a row it's as if I've gotten a weeks vacation. I just don't think this is how it's supposed to be.

Love...I have just three words for this. Men are stupid. I'm sure I'll re-address this many, many times.

Truly random thoughts... Jude Law is beautiful, Jack Johnson's music is like food for my soul, coffee in the morning and wine in the evening are two of the best parts of life, finding that your ex-boyfriend of 5 years lives across the street from you shows God does exist and he's got a messed up sense of humor and my final thought : a good girlfriend is worth her weight in gold. A good boyfriend is... the stuff of fiction.