Last Friday, I asked my officemate what animal he thought he most resembled. Not caring to give it much thought, he said he had no idea.
Posts under ‘Thinking’
Pee pee stance
Why I love Michelle Obama
Somewhere deep inside of me is the desire to blog. I know there is. There’s also the natural ability to float on water, and let’s just say I have been sinking like a rock since 1983.
Letter to me on my 25th birthday
Dear Amanda,
What I want to say…
To You:
A $75 deductible?! To tell me my teeth are fine?! I think I’ll go scour the Craigslist apartment listings abroad or watch Sicko now.
The joys of no jacket
The best thing about Saturday is it’s not Friday, and the best thing about Sunday is it’s not Monday. And the best thing about this weekend as a whole is that I went outside yesterday and didn’t wear a jacket.
Spring cleaning
April calls for some mental spring cleaning. I don’t know when it happened, but something’s amiss. Dust bunnies have flourished where I used to feel more creative and energetic. This didn’t happen in the last week, though I’ve made the new kid I started tutoring my scapegoat. There I go again, picking on those innocent little fourth-graders.
The Clingy Creepy Drunk Friend thing
I’m disappointed in someone who is not me, for a change. It’s kind of refreshing.
Taking a leap
Is it just me, or did February really suck?
A month ago, I ended a relationship I wanted to work out so badly that I’d been filing away all these red flags and then trying to forget I could even see in color.
To-do someday
I’m going to call it an early night, I think. I’m feeling antsy about the things I want to do this weekend. The days sneak away from me. I want to get them in my grip somehow. “Stay put!” I’d order them. “There’s so much I want to do!” I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately - what I want to do and how I can try to do it.
Holiday dispirited
There’s a bitter body quickening within me, and its heartbeat is my own. Today is the day after Thanksgiving, and I feel very lonely. The holidays do this to me. I think it’s because I watch the city further stratify in a gawdy farce of revelry. So many people seem to think that the congestion equals love - or the attempt to show love - and excitement. I can’t stop thinking about how much colder it is, and how many people can’t find a warm place to spend the night. And the masses are worried about getting digital cameras on sale? It’s so very wrong. Bah, humbug!
