Who are these people?
that keep sending me messages like, "Dear Friend, please send me your phone number, address and fax and claim your $800,000. I am writing to you from Africa..." And all of these on line Universities? more and more junk mail. and part of me thinks it's a good idea... for somebody.
It is a beautiful day. I went for a walk, but I played housewife, to myself, mostly, doing laundry, vacuming and rearranging things in my room. Will this task ever end? I am very convinced that I need more space because I refuse to part with any of my belongings... any of my books, my CD's, my clothes and toiletries. And I have a LOT. Not to mention notebooks and magazines. Welcome to my world. I will be vacationing at the local coffeeshop, just to get away from these things that haunt me and long for my attention.
Nothing ironic has happened in my life, lately. I am, however avoiding sexual binges with "others," while my sweetie is away in WA. And I am going to "confess" to him that I have been good, even though I'm not sure it will make him feel any more important than he already does and in fact, it might make him feel cramped and desired and I don't think he really wants that, even though I know he enjoys my company. I will probably tell him anyway as a mark of faithfulness, it will go down in my book as an accomplishment, me, being the liberal one to maintain undefined reltionships with members of the opposite sex. You know the whole, even though we're just "hanging out," (not boyfriend and girlfriend) bit.
I might be working again. I worked as a bi-lingual sales rep for 3 hours... and then my driving record was investigated, I was unable to be insured on company insurance, and was let go. I will collect my cash payment sometime in the upcoming week.
I have to call my brother and write to my parents. The last time I wrote my parents was to tell them the good news that I had a job. They wrote back. I then wrote them to tell them I lost that job... they have not written back. I think they are waiting for some good news first.
My birthday is next week. My friend is planning a "party" and I am kind of upset about it. I wanted to celebrate my birthday, pretty much, in secrecy... just randomly announcing it to people, the day of to see what happens, kind of thing.
I don't care too much that I will be 31 and will probably not be working, the owner of a pet, or a home. I weigh my life in other ways, although I can't really say what these things are because they are mostly thoughts that come to mind when I see something and think, "Thank God, not me."
well, I have to go. Starbucks and outdoor seating await me.
talk to you all later
It is a beautiful day. I went for a walk, but I played housewife, to myself, mostly, doing laundry, vacuming and rearranging things in my room. Will this task ever end? I am very convinced that I need more space because I refuse to part with any of my belongings... any of my books, my CD's, my clothes and toiletries. And I have a LOT. Not to mention notebooks and magazines. Welcome to my world. I will be vacationing at the local coffeeshop, just to get away from these things that haunt me and long for my attention.
Nothing ironic has happened in my life, lately. I am, however avoiding sexual binges with "others," while my sweetie is away in WA. And I am going to "confess" to him that I have been good, even though I'm not sure it will make him feel any more important than he already does and in fact, it might make him feel cramped and desired and I don't think he really wants that, even though I know he enjoys my company. I will probably tell him anyway as a mark of faithfulness, it will go down in my book as an accomplishment, me, being the liberal one to maintain undefined reltionships with members of the opposite sex. You know the whole, even though we're just "hanging out," (not boyfriend and girlfriend) bit.
I might be working again. I worked as a bi-lingual sales rep for 3 hours... and then my driving record was investigated, I was unable to be insured on company insurance, and was let go. I will collect my cash payment sometime in the upcoming week.
I have to call my brother and write to my parents. The last time I wrote my parents was to tell them the good news that I had a job. They wrote back. I then wrote them to tell them I lost that job... they have not written back. I think they are waiting for some good news first.
My birthday is next week. My friend is planning a "party" and I am kind of upset about it. I wanted to celebrate my birthday, pretty much, in secrecy... just randomly announcing it to people, the day of to see what happens, kind of thing.
I don't care too much that I will be 31 and will probably not be working, the owner of a pet, or a home. I weigh my life in other ways, although I can't really say what these things are because they are mostly thoughts that come to mind when I see something and think, "Thank God, not me."
well, I have to go. Starbucks and outdoor seating await me.
talk to you all later