I don’t know where I’m going with this. I wasn’t planning on doing a post today, but a late nap and jar of peanut butter have given me super human energy. Remember when I kind of made those resolutions? One of them being not to mention Ice King on here, well I also made a resolution to do Pilates three times a week, and I did for the first week of January. So the point I’m trying to make is that those resolutions are sort of out of the window.
You remember that episode of Sex and the City where Carrie dreads running into Mr. Big after they breakup? Well the one time I went back to Cleveland I feared this. Thank goodness it did’t happen, but I also forgot one important thing, it’s 2015 and we live in the internet. Last week I virtually “ran into Ice King” and so did his other ex at the same exact time because we talking, because she’s my friend.
He commented on the post. We didn’t talk, because there was no need to. Sometimes I wonder if he reads this blog, if he knows that his name is Ice King,if he thinks about the stuff I say on here, I mean really think. I wouldn’t dare ask him though, the past year has shown me that he is an irrational individual.
You see that fountain in the photo above? Do you see how it looks like it’s touching the clouds? I kind of feel that way. I feel like 23 could be something amazing, and I’m only touching the clouds, but soon I will touch outer space, and everything I’ve worked so hard for will finally be given to me. I won’t cry anymore over Ice King, and I’ll be a lot happier with my life. I feel like 23 could be a great age for me, 23 could be the year of self-discovery.