dear men...

flattery will get you everywhere. just sayin'.

news of the day:

- just spent hundreds of dollars on computer parts i only half understand because the dude i used to babysit when he was a kid told me to. (don't worry, he's a grownup professional now and he's going to do magic with them...but holy lesson in trust/faith/not being a control freak for a change).

- thoughts on age - all the guys my age are a mess, locked in histories in their heads (or because of their kids) with the girls they used to love. it's boring and tiring. how hard is it to be polite and/or grow a pair to just say you're not into me/it/this? musicians are the worst, the lot of them.

- older men, on the other hand, will buy you dinner and tell you you're pretty and send you funny stories and pictures of camels from their travels.

- (where is my middle?)

- wondering whether it would be more fun to go to sedona with a lawyer or a lighting designer...

- my cats really like potatoes and bathtubs and falling asleep in my arms (but only in the morning).

- feminist jungian psychology will save my sanity. everything can be explained, all you have to do is walk into the used book store and look on the right shelf on the right day. thank you fate and curiosity...i'm off to talk to my dreams.

always already

*emo alert*

it has been about a year now since the last time my heart got ripped out of my chest, thrown on the ground (still beating), and stomped on (repeatedly).

ah, memories...

home alone

one day i am just going to turn into an ice cream cone and float away

sangria

you know sometimes when you think you might be imagining things but then you go back and read again and you realize you weren't, and that somehow makes it worse than if it had all been in your head?

a true test of friendship and you know he fails...i knew deep down all along, with all of them. this one's no different. i will refrain and i will pray that's enough.

spend a day cleaning suddenly it's not so bad. more to do but at least the train has left the station. (choose my metaphor...)

my thighs got huge when i wasn't looking...abandon all hope for now, and hope there's still time by the time i find time to make it go away. for now, cheap fruity wine and off to bed. maybe the almost dreams of late will cave and give me the answers i need.