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It's been forever since I've last written!

The bf has been out of town for the past week and I've been taking the opportunity to do some things I might not do when he's around. Nothing naughty....I went to the mall last night. That's something I would only do if he was working or the trip was necessary. At the end of my shopping I wanted dinner. It was 8:00 and I quickly thought about the contents of my fridge at home and decided to pick up dinner instead. Of all the wonderful foods out there, Mexican is not one the bf enjoys. The Detroit suburbs are lacking in good Mexican food so my options were limted. Baja Fresh is pretty good so I stopped in right before they closed. I got a combo meal, loaded up on the freshly made salsa (fresher than a store bought jar) and headed home.

It was good. It was just what I needed. It was fresh tomatos and cilantro and tortilla goodness. A few hours later I was reminded of why I don't eat much Mexican food. All I could smell was onion. This morning when I woke I tasted onion. After I brushed my teeth I tasted onion. As I sipped my coffee at work I tasted onion. I tasted onion all the way to Qdoba where I picked up my lunchtime burrito and you know what I taste? Yes, onion.

I wish there was a way to eliminate that day-after onion taste and the smell on your fingers that won't go away no matter how many times you wash your hands. When someone figures out how to get rid of that? I might start eating at Baja Fresh everyday.

I was stupid yesterday and didn't turn off my headlights so this morning when I left to get my nails done I found my battery was dead. I've never had a problem leaving my lights on until I got my current car a few years ago. There's something about the switch...where its placed...I think I turn off the lights and I bump it getting out of the car and the lights go on again. It was rainy, not dark when I drove yesterday so I didn't notice it. My car was parked in between two others and I happen to see the owner of one out there so I decided, why not.

Of the three guys, non of them spoke English and I know little Spanish. At first they thought I was saying something about where they were parked and they attempted an apology but I was able to explain my predicament. Within minutes my car was running and I was incredibly grateful. I was able to say 'gracias' and express to them that later, when they returned I would have 'cerveza fria'. They smiled and went on their way.

After my nails I headed to the Farmer Jack for the beer. I was staring at the selection in the cooler, looking for Modelo (I am somehow under the impression it is prefered over Corono) and a woman said, 'pardon me' as she passed in front of me. She wasn't in my way but she stopped and told me that she didn't want to be rude and pass by while I was looking. I giggled and said thank you but I thought it was intersting how she excused herself for an action I would've never seen as rude. Very polite.

I settled for the Corona and headed to the register with the case of beer and two limes. The lines were long at the registers so I stood behind the shortest one, which had a few people in front of me. The gentleman I was behind had a cart with a few cases of pop and about a seix more items and looked at me and insisted I go in front of him. He took my beer, set it on his cart as we started our wait. I told him it wasn't necessary. I'm not strong but a case of beer wasn't going to burden me no matter how long I stood there. He insisted again.

All of these things are very small in the big picture of what makes up a day but I think it's neat how one good deed lead to another, and to another. Isn't it great when things turn out like that?

I'm angry and it's getting worse. There's no point going into what I'm angry about, its not important. I've decided I need to listen to more music. I need to put the headphones on and listen to The Fall. Or Spoon. Something loud. Maybe some old punk.

This is the time of the year when my stomach would start to twist into knots and butterflies would keep me tossing and turning each night. I would spend the remainder of June and all of July like I had no cares in the world and when August hit, so did reality. I would count down the days until it was back to school and quickly make plans to do the things I never got around to in the beginning of my summer vacation. Even though I've been out of school for a long time, I still get this way. I still feel the anxiety and anticipation come August. I think my nervousness when I was young made me a more meticulous adult. I plan for Christmas in February. I want to know today what I am doing 6 months from now. If I can start early on a project I will. I remember the disappointment I felt each year because I failed to have everything perfect for when I started school and the fact I had nothing to show for my months off. Now when Labor Day rolls around and I'm still doing the same thing I was in May, part of me is sad I can't start fresh and the other part is relieved at the familiarity.

So Sunday night was yet another concert I did not go to. It seems like every time a band comes around I like, I find every excuse possible not to go. I made my decision for several reasons: I would have been by myself and heading to Detroit alone did not sound fun (I can handle Chicago by myself but Detroit?). It's a Sunday and a school night (ok so it was an all ages show but still...9:00 bedtime). It was warm and humid (standing around with a bunch of sweaty people in an unairconditioned venue, uh no).

So I've come to the conclusion that my worst fear has come true. I am old.

I drive 12 miles one way to work. In those twelve miles, I am either sent on a detour due to construction on my regular route, or must drive along the detoured route due to construction somewhere else, four times. Sometimes its five. One detour route now has it's own detour.

It's still the quickest way to work.

I have found a new love. He goes by the name m&m's dark chocolate. I think he will be my downfall in the end.