Tuesday, February 24, 2009

pancake day

I don't know if it's because it's still winter here, my thermostat is still at 56 because I'm scared of my electric bill or it's Mardi Gras in New Orleans...
but I've hit another roadblock at work.
I seriously thought about working from my laptop in my apt, so I could Youtube while "working."

I usually give something up for Lent (i.e. coffee, Cokes) but there's really nothing I can think of giving up this year. I only eat meat like once a week, if I give up caffeine I will literally fall asleep at my desk.

Maybe I should give up the Post's discussions?
No, that would be crazy. What else would take up a good 3 hours of my day?

Saturday, February 21, 2009


Where's that perfect guy?

I just need him for a little bit... just long enough to register, and then make someone buy these dishes and these for me.

Fishs Eddy is now a favorite. And I will stalk these until they go on sale.


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

she's going to make it.

I hate when I get this way - honestly going through my stuff, making lists of what would fit in my car if I needed to leave in a moment's notice.
I don't know if this restlessness will ever leave.
I can't concentrate.


Ramblin' girl, why don't you settle down?
That ain't your kinda town.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

let's just say it was a bad day at work.

Rihanna = me
Chris Brown = journalism.

Just when I was getting in a groove, finishing a project a day, WHAM!
Chris Brown knocks me a good one.

He says to me, "feeling successful? wanted? productive? TAKE THIS!"
And pushes me against the wall.
He says your friends leave, you'll never get to where you need to be.
And busts my lip.
He puts me in uncomfortable situations, just to see how I will react - pushes my buttons because he thinks it's fun.

And I let him. I say, taunt me with over-confident people with perfect noses and tans. I let him get into my brain. I let him convince me I am not worth it.
But it's not all my fault. He teases me.
He lets me grasp moments of hope, moments of bliss. He lets me have moments of pure freedom.. right before he slaps my face and tells me to get over it.