Vienna Mocha Chunk

My husband and I went to Friendly’s last night for our quarterly sundae fix. I could not believe my eyes when I scanned the list of flavors and did not see my favorite flavor, Vienna Mocha Chunk, on the menu. I asked the waitress and she confirmed that they no longer offer this flavor. HOW COULD THIS BE?! Now, I’m not really an ice-cream person. I don’t have it at home and I don’t eat it regularly. But I loved and looked forward to my occasional Friendly’s Vienna Mocha Chunk sundae, with almonds, hot fudge, and whipped cream. It was something I could always depend on. It never disappointed. It was something I truly enjoyed through and through. And it’s gone from my life, probably forever! Is nothing sacred??? I feel as if I’ve lost an old friend, and this will require a period of mourning…

Is This Creepy?

This is my first official post. I’m not going to go into detail about why I’m joining the WordPress world, or what my intentions are, or what I want my theme(s) to be. Mainly because I don’t know. But also because I don’t think it really matters. I’ll write whether anyone reads or not, because this is more fun than writing in my adult diary. And the very small chance that a stranger may stumble upon this by accident adds a touch of fear to the process of documenting my thoughts and experiences. But I have to admit, this whole thing does make me feel a little weird. I keep thinking of the main character from Mr. Robot. Is writing down your thoughts to yourself creepy? I know it’s public, but aren’t I essentially talking to myself? It’s totally weird, amirite?

Anyway. What I really want to write about is MY BIRTHDAY! I’m turning 29 on Wednesday. TWENTY-NINE. I know it’s stupid and cliche to get depressed about birthdays, especially since I’m still young and all that crap. But I’m normally a semi-depressed, contemplative, and existential person. So, birthdays are naturally becoming more of a problem as time goes on. I just always thought at some point during my twenties I would have an epiphany. Like I would wake up one day and think “Wow, I’m an adult! I’m mature! I want to have babies! I care about investing! I want to cook healthy meals all of the time! I want to exercise regularly! I don’t need to sweat the small stuff! I SEE the BIG picture!!” That hasn’t happened. Will it ever happen? Or will I always just feel like a big ass child? Does the fact that I think my dogs are cuter than most babies make me a terrible person? Am I supposed to force it? Is everyone just faking it? Should I take a cooking class instead of watching RHONYC on Tuesday nights? Should I subscribe to The Economist instead of Marie Claire? Should I be buying stocks instead of Beyonce tickets?? Probably…probably. But not yet. Let’s see how year 29 goes before I make any life altering decisions… like buying a fitbit or some shit.