until, I got a boyfriend.
Oh shit. And then- what happens to CTS? She starts worrying about what color underwear she wore yesterday so that she isn't wearing hot pink two days in a row. They're not observent enough to recognize that they're different shades of hot pink.
Chelsea Talks Smack B.B. (before boyfriend) was likely to get online and jabber about failed dates, or potential dates with d.bags who she was projecting to be better men than they ACTUALLY were, so avoid drinking herself into sad-single-girl-oblivion. That's an actual place if you didn't know, and it's an oblivion that requires a special invitation.....and truthfully, it's not a party I'd like to be invited to again.
So, after returning from Europe I was thrown into a serious schedule of juggling performing, new friends, making new music and trying to organize and band and then BAM- boyfriend scheduling. Are you people aware that this could require and entire planner of it's own?? This is by no means a bad thing, it's just an extra job. One that I've committed to making work.
My poor little CTS blog has gotten the shaft (not the literal shaft, just a shaft- now that we're talking about real mean, real shafts are involved so I just wanted to be clear) and truly, I MISS CTS. I miss my blog friends and I miss the release that I get from being about to stand on my little soap box in the virtual world and talk to a thousand of my closest friends about my mood swing, my diet and my nagging urge to renounce my possessions and travel to Thailand (this is on the "life list" somewhere down the line)
I didn't want to be become one of those bloggers (nothing against you who are this way- I still love you) who gabbed about all the things that that her and her Knight in Shining Armor did together, i.e. hung up new shelves, cooked an amazing chicken saute, shopped for turtlenecks and rocked cousin's newborn baby, all the while cooing over how cute their children would be together someday. That just wasn't my schtick......BUT- then my inner romantic who Tivo's wedding shows wants to just scream from the top of the mountain that she's never enjoyed playing Scrabble with someone SO much in her life. That the idea of doing stupid things like stopping at the gas station to buy eggnog and beef jerky, or pick up cute vases from IKEA together sounds fun.....perfect even.
Chelsea Talks Smack, the heartbroken, sometimes jaded, sometimes hopeless though never short of hopelessly romantic has turned into a love consumed junkie. A feign. It's like heroin. Cuddling and crossing off thigns on our "date list" and that just makes me feel a bit toolish, but at the same time.....I feel like the luckiest tool in the world.
So I'm sorry to you CTS but this Chelsea is going to get a little gushy now and then, and though the internet and this blog has been the closest thing to me (which makes me sound like a nerdy tool) I've replaced you with something that actually has a heartbeat. Which feels nice.
That being said, you're still my number one and I'm finding ways to make time for you too.......
more to come later....
I have to go "make" my lovely little Christmas present. God, I am a sucker.