I've been pretty careful about the people with whom I share this blog address. I want to be free to write all thoughts without fear of causing rifts or bringing about judgment from loved ones. Every once in a while I hesitate before writing about a subject, keeping in mind who might be reading it. Then I turn a corner and toss that seemingly pointless inhibition right out the window. Corner-turning time!
Friday night I went to a "tupperware" party with some girlfriends. I happened to chat with a long-distance chum of mine earlier that day who needs major replenishments in that department because she had thrown her best bed buddy away out of guilt. (Catholicism rears its ugly head again!) Clearly I shall assist. So tonight I balanced my checkbook and realized that I'm low on cash because I spent all my money on vibrators. Granted, I splurged on the good stuff and got the spinning, multi function guys, which better do some major enhancing. And even though I feel a little foolish for giving up nice lunches out for these toys, I also feel a little empowered in a really secret, dirty, fantastic way. Plus my gynecologist recommended it. Does that mean I can claim it as a tax write-off?
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Memory Box
I keep a couple of shoe boxes in my closet with old cards, letters, pictures, scripts, and other things I can't bring myself to toss. Just read the birthday card my dad gave me on my 18th birthday and cried AGAIN. What a softie I am. And I found a note from Sara that I'll quote here:
Annie, It is 2:42pm and this mtg is supposed to end in 20 minutes. I don't think that's going to happen. What carries me through this meeting, you ask? Coronas. The thought of Coronas. Yours truly, LIW.
Now, this might not mean a lot to you sparse readers out there. However, post-work Coronas are quite symbolic for me, and hopefully my old crew. Said crew members are now scattered around the country, but for a few socially perfect years, they were my home. Now I'm experiencing what feels like another transitional phase. We'll see where it leads. Hopefully Italy!
In the meantime, I do have one strong up-side to the transitional thing. I've felt more like myself lately than I have in a long time. Growing up some more, becoming more confident in who I am and who I want to be, etc. Now I just need to find a stronger direction. It'd help if the bills were paid. I feel tied to my decent job and frat-style living situation until I scrape out my debt, but I did that to myself, so I'm not really complaining. There are those moments of cleaning-house-mentality where I want to focus all my energies on paying off my bills so I can move forward with job risks, world traveling, etc. But then I remember that mom's getting married next year, camping costs money, Christmas presents won't buy themselves, and I realize that I'd better do my important living right now while I'm here. Italy will wait.
Annie, It is 2:42pm and this mtg is supposed to end in 20 minutes. I don't think that's going to happen. What carries me through this meeting, you ask? Coronas. The thought of Coronas. Yours truly, LIW.
Now, this might not mean a lot to you sparse readers out there. However, post-work Coronas are quite symbolic for me, and hopefully my old crew. Said crew members are now scattered around the country, but for a few socially perfect years, they were my home. Now I'm experiencing what feels like another transitional phase. We'll see where it leads. Hopefully Italy!
In the meantime, I do have one strong up-side to the transitional thing. I've felt more like myself lately than I have in a long time. Growing up some more, becoming more confident in who I am and who I want to be, etc. Now I just need to find a stronger direction. It'd help if the bills were paid. I feel tied to my decent job and frat-style living situation until I scrape out my debt, but I did that to myself, so I'm not really complaining. There are those moments of cleaning-house-mentality where I want to focus all my energies on paying off my bills so I can move forward with job risks, world traveling, etc. But then I remember that mom's getting married next year, camping costs money, Christmas presents won't buy themselves, and I realize that I'd better do my important living right now while I'm here. Italy will wait.
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