are you in my life?

please excuse this totally random and ridiculously long blog post.

ronny is my fish. i'm constantly afraid he will die. my first fish (lola) died about 5 days after i purchased him. ronny's lasted longer, thankfully. he's actually survived his wall mounted fishbowl exploding in the middle of the night (it woke me up. one day i will tell you the story and we could maybe snuggle and take turns telling stupid stories that no one else cares about). i check on ronny at least 5 times a day. at night, like a good little boy (fish) he lays down and sleeps (or at least becomes less active) and my heart has a few more flutters than usual because i mistake him for dead more often. i wonder if tonight, i should take his lead and go to bed. what on earth am i doing up, not in pjs yet, teeth not brushed yet, but chatting online with 3 boys from my past this late at night? sincerely never been more shocked than i was with each of the conversations.

slightly related, but i wont go through the stream of consciousness that brings me to this thought but... have you ever talked to a married (or not single) friend and either asked for dating advice or been given some unsolicited? Well, i was thinking about how i (and maybe some other people) might mistakenly think of that person as some sort of expert on how to find someone to love. Stop janna. that's ridiculous. take their advice, but don't put it above anyone else's. let's face it, even if your friend has dated many people before they got married, they've only accomplished that end goal once. They know exactly what it took to get that person they're with, just that person. their advice, or telling you what worked for them, is not going to necessarily help you, because unless you're trying to date their husband/boyfriend, its not generally useful information. silly rabbit, you're on your own.

found a good quote today from mark twain (ok ok, i saw it on pinterest)

i need to do what i want, in every area of my life, way way more often.

the end.