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Tomorrow is another day.

Out of the dullness, one thought arose. [He] did not love her and never really loved her and the knowledge did not hurt. It should hurt. She should be desolate, broken hearted, ready to scream at fate. She had relied upon his love for so long. It had upheld her through so many dark places. Yet, there the truth was. He did not love her and she did not care. She did not care because she did not love him. She did not love him and so nothing he could do or say could hurt her.

Do you ever get an email from a store or a company that you signed up from a list for? Does that email ever have a glaring mistake in it or a link doesn’t work or an image doesn’t work? Do you then think, Jeeze this is a professional company shouldn’t they produce something better? Well, stop it! Sometimes someone send out an email to 50,000 people that has a wrong phone number and then has to spend the next three hours frantically trying to send a new corrected one even though she is in a meeting and has no clue how to pull a new list and the person who pulls mailing lists isn’t there. 🙁

Did I mention I had a bad day yesterday?

When I got home from work I read something that I probably shouldn’t have read. Why is it that a guy can treat one girl like shit and then turn around and be a completely different person to someone else?

I spent my night in bed with pizza and a DVD of Gone with the Wind that cost $4.50 to rent. You can buy 20 good horror films for that price. The movie was 4 hours long and pissed me off because I kept imagining one of the characters looking more like Benjamin Mackenzie and in the film he looked like a skinny prissy rat. I guess I shouldn’t imagine Civil War novels as being played by the cast of the O.C.

Tomorrow is another day.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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