Welcome to the Project

Welcome to my kooky little home. It's a space I'd like to think is the final version of my life. I think it's time for a fresh project, and as I look around at all the unfinished projects, I realize I did finish that book last week, so I guess I can free up some time for a new interest. Yesterday is the day I realized that one of my best friends, let's call her Kit, and I would fail the Bechdel Test. It took me a year or more but I finally had to ask myself "Have we only ever talked about guys?". Now that we have each settled into what appears to be long stretch, those conversations have lost their hold on me. The hardest part of being stuck in a role in a relationship is that no actions are going to disprove it. Well, if I was a boy-obsessed lady, at least she thought I was a hilarious one. It's weird and strange, that in my mid 20's I finally have settled into some friends. I feel as thought I've been rewarded with extra awesome ones too, to make up for the extra long wait. I'll probably be talking about my friends so here they are: Harry is my "friendzoned" male best friend turned boyfriend. He's got a gentle spirit mixed with an nonhuman ability to party it up. In a word, awesome, but you didn't hear it from me. Kit is the very definition of bombshell. She's blond, tall, has big, bright eyes, and the absolute perfect hourglass bombshell body. She loves to laugh, doesn't have a verbal filter, and will push any boundary that dares her to. Steph is like my big bro. He believes in me like no one else and is the reason I have enrolled in voice lessons. He's a disciplined ninja-hip-hop artist, and he is the realest person I know. Those are the main players in my life these days, and I wouldn't have it any other way.