i have become blissfully boring.

i told someone once, months ago, that since i started my new relationship, my life has become boring. no stories to tell, no drama to talk about.

i believe this is the reason why my blog no longer speaks to me as often as it used to. now i think about what to post about, and all i can come up with is my happiness at the moment. bo-ring.:)

i could talk about how i'm getting sick, and how i can't afford to when i have 70 papers to edit and waitressing on saturday, how i can't breathe out of my nose, and how i haven't slept more than 7 hours in a night in forever. instead i want to say that the highlight of my day was when i found out he told the story of the night he told me he loved me to a friend of his, and that friend now considers it his favorite chris story.

i wish for the sake of my writing practice as well as entertainment for my friends i had something dramatic to tell, something to complain about. instead, i have these moments that i want to write down, but for myself, not for the internet.

sigh.

i'll have a story to tell soon, something stupid to complain about, or feel compelled to write an entertaining post for the nosy people that don't think facebook is an easy enough stalking tool. [a-hem, for the record, i am one of those people and wish blogs were a requirement:)]

first i need to get my seven hours in.