Maybe I’ll rename my blog “the expeditions of a 20 year old retiree”.  Do they refer to the senior years as the sunset years or the golden years? I think of both, maybe because sunset reminds me of the end, and golden reminds me of ‘the golden girls’.  Basically I spend my days filling them with nothing.  Yesterday I baked.  Today I sewed a skirt. Tomorrow I will sew another skirt, and maybe start a dress that I really want to make. Tuesday a facial. Some golf and watercoloring. and a lot of waiting.  I’m pretty sure I’ve rattled on about the irritating insolability that consumes a life consisting soley of waiting, that or I’m sure you’ve read waiting for Godot.  Which i guess means I should stop waiting and get to making my own life moving.

I won’t lie, I just had a little mini self revelation right there.  God I’m ridiculous.

On a completely separate note, things have fallen into dangerously bad  territory with my once room mate and friend.  bad territory as in our friendship has become non existant.  She hasnt called me or attempted to bond with me since we returned to Los Angeles and I know that she will soon be back in San Francisco.  This means almost definetly that our friendship is doomed.  I don’t know what is going on with her.  I have recieved complaints from other people about her behavior. that shes forceful, loud, obnoxious, always stoned, always overly opinionated. shes just an overwhelming person in a not so good way I guess.  I dont know. I left her this really bizarre message when she didnt call me back agian today. Passive aggressive for sure.

but I guess, thats just me.