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I'm a little bored and a little too comfortable.

And I get like that sometimes, you all know that, you read this blog I don't need details to convey where I am. Honestly when I think about the way things are I realize that I'm really not bored at all. It's more like I'm comfortable; you know the way you get when big things that happen don't have to be big enough to tell the world because everything around you doesn't suck at the moment, and when things don't suck the big things tend to be less magnified due to the fact that you don't need gigantic things to make everything ok... And boy that's a mouth full. Although there is so much I could tell you.

I could tell you about going to dinner with BFEBF... My best friends ex boyfriend who is now my boyfriend...I could tell you how we went out to dinner with my best friend and her fiancee and how things went so well... I could also mention that The Best Friend and myself were a little loopy (aka tipsy) and we do get a little loud and we were singing in the parking lot of Ruby Tuesday as the employees walked to their cars...I could tell you that but I don't need to.

I could type about a post that I was going to title A Sign of The Times. I could tell you that my mother and grandmother (who could pass as a white lady) filled out a bit of paperwork, and that the man working there handed the paper back to my grandmother with a look of confusion...I could say that she filled out the area titled Race or Color a little like this:

Race or Color:
White/Caucasian
Asian/Pacific Islander
Black/African American
Native American
Spanish
Latin American
Other: Colored

I would delve into the political and social implications of that piece of paper and my grandmothers response to it or my mother's reaction to the situation for that matter..."We haven't been colored for a long time"

But I just don't want to. And maybe that's just the way it is when you're comfortable, when the things that usually move and shake just don't do it anymore, or maybe you don't let them anymore. I just need my happy medium between the comfort and the eventful...Between stability and excitement...Between my life as a life and my life as a premature metro goddess.

**fiReflY**

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