Your life is stunning.
And then it's just so bare-bones, depending on whether you're looking backward or forward, and at what angle and on what part. It's definitely not a baffling thing but it is something you just can't shake.
I finished a bit of Ben and Jerry's (Half Baked) and I'm contemplating seconds. I've had trouble keeping my weight up, to the point where I was asked to model. That says trouble for me, as laughable as it is. I might as well do it and pay my electricity bill while I'm at it, though.
What is new? So many things. I moved into my apartment and after a lot of hell with the rental company and fiddling with every other broken thing life got a little better. But then, fights and stress and crying and confusion. Somehow having a hamster around and friends to yell at makes it a lot more fun (and easy).
It's not that I didn't believe I could do it, but it sure is wonderful once one of your capabilities really turns into something concrete and resume-worthy - I bought my first suit for a temp job at Cornish and Carey ("....Newmark Knight Frank Offices; good afternoon, how may I help you?") and found myself running around the financial district in SF and worrying about my 401k and office-appropriate manicure. (Had to ditch "French Kiss" and "Hottie" (layered of course) for "Incognito" and "Peach Smoothie".. isn't it weird how colors just spell out their appropriateness like so? For the record, cobalt blue and multidimensional blue glitter, and tawny nude and pale peach, respectively. Ha, ha...) I realized what a statistical weirdo I was - living on my own and supporting myself for the most part, and strolling down California Street in shoulder pads on my lunch break. I laughed at myself a lot during that week - you've got to make fun of yourself as much as possible sometimes. I'm glad I'm going places, I feel like I've worked for it and it makes me satisfied... until I find another goal to chase.
I'm exhausted. Slept outside on the porch under the sky last night. I needed this break. I've been wound too tight.
I finished a bit of Ben and Jerry's (Half Baked) and I'm contemplating seconds. I've had trouble keeping my weight up, to the point where I was asked to model. That says trouble for me, as laughable as it is. I might as well do it and pay my electricity bill while I'm at it, though.
What is new? So many things. I moved into my apartment and after a lot of hell with the rental company and fiddling with every other broken thing life got a little better. But then, fights and stress and crying and confusion. Somehow having a hamster around and friends to yell at makes it a lot more fun (and easy).
It's not that I didn't believe I could do it, but it sure is wonderful once one of your capabilities really turns into something concrete and resume-worthy - I bought my first suit for a temp job at Cornish and Carey ("....Newmark Knight Frank Offices; good afternoon, how may I help you?") and found myself running around the financial district in SF and worrying about my 401k and office-appropriate manicure. (Had to ditch "French Kiss" and "Hottie" (layered of course) for "Incognito" and "Peach Smoothie".. isn't it weird how colors just spell out their appropriateness like so? For the record, cobalt blue and multidimensional blue glitter, and tawny nude and pale peach, respectively. Ha, ha...) I realized what a statistical weirdo I was - living on my own and supporting myself for the most part, and strolling down California Street in shoulder pads on my lunch break. I laughed at myself a lot during that week - you've got to make fun of yourself as much as possible sometimes. I'm glad I'm going places, I feel like I've worked for it and it makes me satisfied... until I find another goal to chase.
I'm exhausted. Slept outside on the porch under the sky last night. I needed this break. I've been wound too tight.