Today, I took the little boy I nanny to to McDonalds, where he could play in the PlayPlace away from the cold and fog. On the way there, his mom called and told me I could buy him a Happy Meal, and she'd reimburse me. I had no cash, but MickeyD's accepts ATM cards at the register now, so no biggie. So I get up... Read More
I have never spent a year being so ambivalent about so many things in my damn life.
Today was my last day at my afternoon job, where I worked at an afterschool childcare program, with K-5 graders. I'm so happy to be done there, and it was so sad to leave. They threw me a little surprise party yesterday, and a lot of the kids... Read More
"We recognize the present is half as pleasant as our nostalgia for the past." -Barenaked Ladies
And that is exactly my problem. I have this big problem with constantly romanticizing the past. It tends to make me far more miserable in the present than I should be. More on this later. Probably.
Just got home from the SGSF Holiday party. We had a fabulous time bowling our asses off. The gift exchange was a lot of fun, too. Tigerlily stole my gift, and I got a funny monkey, but then she split the gift with me which was really super sweet. I got the part I liked best. The monkey just wasn't my style, so I gave... Read More
I hate that being grown up has made me jaded and selfish and has greatly diminished my faith in humanity, especially their driving skills.
Sometimes I don't update even when I want to write something, just because I want people to say more about the entry that's already up. It usually doesn't work. I'm going to try and break that habit.
Basicallly, If you're entry is beyond someone's first page of bookmarks, chances get real low of receiving additional comment.
The thing that makes me sad is that I used to write a lot more in a personal journal but now that I have eleventy seven of them on the web I feel redundant writing n a book. But the things I really need to say I wouldn't put up on the web. So nothing ends up getting said.
However, in reviewing old paper journals, it's all the same shit over and over again anyway. So nothing much is really getting lost either.
You know?
II was jaded about humanity before I ever hit 21, I and I still don't considier myself a grownup.
I guess I'm just naturally cynical and bitter. Or just a New Yorker.
My birthday was kind of surreal in the sense that I've been so busy lately I haven't really had time to think about my impending birthday, and all of a sudden it was here, and now it's over, and I did lots of shit, but it still somehow didn't seem like my birthday. But it was cool. There were boobs Friday night, and booze Friday... Read More
I am now wishing you a rosy cheeked belated birthday. Damn.
I totally know that feeling of having a "birthday" and sorta waking up the next day not really feeling like it was really a birthday. It being 'ok', but ... just not a 'birthday'.
Actually, I foresee my next birthday being very much like that.
In some ways, getting laid every other week or so is almost better than getting laid a couple of times a week. I mean, don't get me wrong, I loved having sex at my beck and call, but when it's always there, there can't always be that electricity and that urgency that are so indescribably hot. It's like rediscovering the person's lips and tongue and... Read More
That's an awfully cryptic entry, wonder what that's all about?
Thanks for my story comment, I like it when I can get caught up in something like that, and it doesn't always happen.
I don't think she'll think I planned it, but I think she think its' totally something it's not. I think she is then going to react to what she THINKS it is, and my life outside of what I can control around me here is about to get ugly.