now that I think of it..........
After I saw the Oscars, I forgot to mention was a breast-fest it was! Am I the only one who noticed? Chests were just popping and bursting out of almost every dress(all of the dresses containing the women in Hollywood with enough fat to *have* breasts, I mean). It really was the year of the woman.....and her tatas.
Such a cold bitter rain coming down today- getting some serious nesting urges.
The wonderful people at Burt's Bees are helping my "I'm off birth control pills so now I'm freaking out" skin return to its naturally sanguine self. Tomato complexion bar, orange oil cleanser, carrot night cream, primrose moisturizer, and herbal blemish stick! Hats off, Burt.
David called and confronted me with the fact that every time we've gotten together or had a phone conversation, it's been instigated by him. He was right of course, and I apologized and vowed to be more considerate. So when he called last night to make plans with me on Saturday and asked me to spend the night, I said yes more out of obligation and guilt than desire. I didn't want to sleep over, but I wanted to *want* to sleep over. Does that make any sense? After sleeping on it, I realize there's no way I can spend the night- the thought makes me really uncomfortable, and he is very into me physically and I'm not so into it.....at all. I think when I tell him tonight that I won't be spending the night, we might just be breaking up........the fact that that would be a relief more than anything else really makes me feel like a shit. He's a wonderful man, I just have absolutely no romantic interest in him.
Today my old boss Randy called. I worked for him in Ad Sales for three months when I first moved to the city, my longest temp job to-date. There's a permanent position opening up that he wants me to interview for. We're talking salary, benefits, and being able to get out of my infested apartment. But we're also talking full-time, stress, responsibility, early mornings and no more daytime auditions. I have to go for it, but I'm scared of the commitment!
My upper-body is in so much better shape than my lower body, even though I do lower body cardio. My upper-body almost looks like Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2. My lower body looks more like Renee Zelwegger in Bridget Jones' Diary.
Such a cold bitter rain coming down today- getting some serious nesting urges.
The wonderful people at Burt's Bees are helping my "I'm off birth control pills so now I'm freaking out" skin return to its naturally sanguine self. Tomato complexion bar, orange oil cleanser, carrot night cream, primrose moisturizer, and herbal blemish stick! Hats off, Burt.
David called and confronted me with the fact that every time we've gotten together or had a phone conversation, it's been instigated by him. He was right of course, and I apologized and vowed to be more considerate. So when he called last night to make plans with me on Saturday and asked me to spend the night, I said yes more out of obligation and guilt than desire. I didn't want to sleep over, but I wanted to *want* to sleep over. Does that make any sense? After sleeping on it, I realize there's no way I can spend the night- the thought makes me really uncomfortable, and he is very into me physically and I'm not so into it.....at all. I think when I tell him tonight that I won't be spending the night, we might just be breaking up........the fact that that would be a relief more than anything else really makes me feel like a shit. He's a wonderful man, I just have absolutely no romantic interest in him.
Today my old boss Randy called. I worked for him in Ad Sales for three months when I first moved to the city, my longest temp job to-date. There's a permanent position opening up that he wants me to interview for. We're talking salary, benefits, and being able to get out of my infested apartment. But we're also talking full-time, stress, responsibility, early mornings and no more daytime auditions. I have to go for it, but I'm scared of the commitment!
My upper-body is in so much better shape than my lower body, even though I do lower body cardio. My upper-body almost looks like Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2. My lower body looks more like Renee Zelwegger in Bridget Jones' Diary.