Before I start writing this post I just want to say that I don’t want this to turn into a relationship based blog. I feel like lately that’s what it has become, and it’s hard because it is part of my life, and right now it’s the part that I’m the happiest in. With that said, I’m going to talk about my relationship now. #sorryimnotsorry

Mr. Sullivan and I had a lovely date night this past Wednesday. We met up on the east side after work, got massages and grabbed dinner. We talked about serious life stuff, made fun of the bridal party sitting near us and the fact that our server looked like a more manly version of Eli Manning, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. I always have a good time with him, even if we’re just sitting with each other doing our own thing. It’s like, real life.


– S


[Go Ahead…See What Happens]


I really hate when people cut me off while I’m talking. I understand that it happens sometimes because that just the nature of human conversation and I can deal with it then, but when it happens over and over and over again, I lose my shit.

I sort of snapped at one of my coworkers/friends today after being cut off sentence after sentence. Normally I wouldn’t have been that upset about it because honestly, it wasn’t that important but I had already been a part of multiple conversations where I felt like I wasn’t able to contribute because I had been cut off, or just simply talked over. I’m not a confrontational person, so usually I just let it slide, but when I feel like I’m losing my voice and I’m not able to share a story or opinion, I get anxious, and that anxiety turns into an annoyance that just pisses me off.

Phew…glad I got that off my chest.


– S