If there's anything I've learned, I love me some good, unhealthy food. Like, give me all the Cafe Rio, Wendy's, Yogurtland and you'll make me the happiest girl in the world, also the fattest, but that's neither here nor there. Going grocery shopping is a difficulty you could say, I see all the ice creams, soda's, cookies, and crap per usual, and I want it all. Also, I've been asked by a stranger if I was married to a guy friend of mine giving me advice on which ice cream to buy. Grocery shopping in Provo is an experience.
Provo is an experience. Provo also is happening to disrupt my bank account. I mean why do all the delicious new food places feel the need to open right around the corner? Also, why do I feel the need to try them all? And when I try them all, why do they need to be as delicious as they say they are?
I'm discovering something. Guys say that women are complicated, and yet I find it to be the opposite. All women need are nice guys who treat them the way they should be treated, and chocolate and we'll be happy. No guys are the confusing sex of the two. I will never understand men, they just don't make any sense.
I've decided I need to start making things, to get out of my own thoughts. Doing some DIY will help me focus on something else, and fill my very open schedule. Too much free time, it exists.
Well, today's been successful,
Mercedes
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