This Is Me, Just Talking
My goal? To try and make a post that isn't about eating and food and how I wish I didn't require both of things to survive. We'll see how that goes.
I'm not sure what prompted it, but I am thisclose to abandoning the millions of things I need to do in favor of watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer from start to finish. But I also want to watch all of The West Wing again and I'm not through with The Wire. If only I didn't need to, like, sleep.
Mad Men is brilliant and I kind of want to spend $50 I don't have on the first season DVDs. Last week's episode... there are so many layers. I feel like I need to read everything that is written about the show after each episode or I miss things. I love to get other people's slant on the characters and the slow burn of plot developments, revelations and relationships. How heartbreaking were Don and his son? "What did your daddy like to eat?" The writing is just phenomenal and I'm so healous of Matthew Weiner's talent.
Today, no matter what else had me down, there was something sweet and unexpected that added some light to what's been a really dark few weeks. Since I graduated from the 8th grade I've been exchanging letters and cards with one of my former teachers, Mrs. Cadice, who always supported my writing. Today she and her husband surprised me with a visit at work. It was great to see her and just to have that surprise.
I've said this before but I need to take a course: Flirting 101. I can't flirt, and I can't recognize flirting. When I'm feeling crappy, I don't really... I try to avoid eye contact, etc. But today when I was checking out at the store after work, the guy behind the counter seemed to be flirting with me. However, being that I suck at detecting flirt and have serious self-esteem issues that are at an all time high (I'm indirectly mentioning food here, but whatever), I froze and made my escape before I could really interpret the interaction and have to respond. People at work will sometimes tell me that someone was flirting with me, and I am utterly clueless.
I'm not sure what prompted it, but I am thisclose to abandoning the millions of things I need to do in favor of watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer from start to finish. But I also want to watch all of The West Wing again and I'm not through with The Wire. If only I didn't need to, like, sleep.
Mad Men is brilliant and I kind of want to spend $50 I don't have on the first season DVDs. Last week's episode... there are so many layers. I feel like I need to read everything that is written about the show after each episode or I miss things. I love to get other people's slant on the characters and the slow burn of plot developments, revelations and relationships. How heartbreaking were Don and his son? "What did your daddy like to eat?" The writing is just phenomenal and I'm so healous of Matthew Weiner's talent.
Today, no matter what else had me down, there was something sweet and unexpected that added some light to what's been a really dark few weeks. Since I graduated from the 8th grade I've been exchanging letters and cards with one of my former teachers, Mrs. Cadice, who always supported my writing. Today she and her husband surprised me with a visit at work. It was great to see her and just to have that surprise.
I've said this before but I need to take a course: Flirting 101. I can't flirt, and I can't recognize flirting. When I'm feeling crappy, I don't really... I try to avoid eye contact, etc. But today when I was checking out at the store after work, the guy behind the counter seemed to be flirting with me. However, being that I suck at detecting flirt and have serious self-esteem issues that are at an all time high (I'm indirectly mentioning food here, but whatever), I froze and made my escape before I could really interpret the interaction and have to respond. People at work will sometimes tell me that someone was flirting with me, and I am utterly clueless.