My birthday is tomorrow. I will be “old as ass”. So, on this night before I turn “old as ass”, I’ve curled up in the darkness to reflect upon my life with the ferocity usually reserved for New Year’s Eve. Naturally, my immediate thoughts return to my recent trip to New York—specifically, the final day.
Lest you believe that all I ever do is complain, I will now create an upside/downside list of my experiences thus far to bring some balance to the equation: Upside: TCA officer named Casey checked my boarding pass today. I should mention that Casey was very, very attractive. So if you are reading this Casey
I am sitting in the departure lounge thinking profound thoughts like: How often is the freeway closed at 4:30 in the morning? Wondering why I brought along a curling iron, and why it seemed lethal this morning? Upgrading my ticket might have been easier had all my ff miles not expired (probably yesterday). Is wondering
I lost a bet. No, not the one with God that has resulted in the life I’m currently leading. It started when I recklessly tried to employ irony, and ended when I foolishly agreed to go clubbing with LD. No, I’m not kidding. I’m now contractually obligated to go clubbing. And no, “clubbing” is not
In the run up to our team building exercises next week, we’re supposed to come up with a “fun fact” that our co-workers might not know to help break the ice during our first set of meetings. I’m pretty sure this is after the office furniture tower and before the trust fall. I have no
This was simply too amusing not to share. From my friend D, we have a true representation of what next week will bring (only add snow and more bitterness):
I’m fascinated by this “picture a day” craze that seems to be sweeping my Facebook friends. It’s a really simple concept: you take a photo every day for a year. It can be representational of your mood, a desire, fabulously artistic, or an actual picture of what you are doing that day. I can’t imagine
I’m fascinated by this “picture a day” craze that seems to be sweeping my Facebook friends. It’s a really simple concept: you take a photo every day for a year. It can be representational of your mood, a desire, fabulously artistic, or an actual picture of what you are doing that day. I can’t imagine
Little things inspire me to write. Big things inspire me to stop. Occasionally, big things also make me reflect, curse and start once more. For instance, today I lost a fight with my laptop. I don’t mean that metaphorically. I was struggling to get my laptop out of my bag. I pulled too hard at
Angles Do you ever pass a mirror and catch a glimpse of yourself that is so frightening that you actual stop to marvel at how ugly you look at that particular angle? Yeah. That just happened. I was actually frightened. And then I started imagining that this is why men don’t speak to me. It’s