Confession Tuesday - Sometimes it's just beautiful edition
I confess:
Walked in pouring rain for the first time in YEARS. Hair dripping, skirt dripping, chin up, watching all the people scatter and collect. It's these weatherfull Boston moments that stay with me. Years later -the sights, sounds, and my enormous feeling of contentment.
I've totally fallen down the fanfiction hole online. Makes me laugh to think about what this wonderful thing called the Internet has brought us - a bizarre level of connectivity, interconnectivity, pathos, ridiculousness, and creativity. I'm equally sad and elated I had no access to this level of EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME in high school.
I still can't seem to get this Divacup thing to really work for me. They're far better than tampons, but no matter what I can't get past the leaking. Still, I really want this to work 'cause, folks, nothing else is going to do the job re: daily bike commute.
I've been going to Dance Freedom more and more. At $10 a pop, it's about the same as going to a gym, right? Only problem: I can't seem to get the door guy to stop kissing me! I have no idea why he started -I think he mistook me for someone else, initially. I often find ways to speak charmingly to him while paying my fee and skidaddle before he can get to me around the table. What's with random (harmless, mostly) dudes wanting to kiss me? This is not the first time this has happened to me in my life. Funny part, too? I can hear myself advising other people on how to stand up for themselves and avoid this behavior. ;^)
My brother turned 40, we had dinner out with a group of 9 to celebrate. Nobody died or cried. I call that a success.
Walked in pouring rain for the first time in YEARS. Hair dripping, skirt dripping, chin up, watching all the people scatter and collect. It's these weatherfull Boston moments that stay with me. Years later -the sights, sounds, and my enormous feeling of contentment.
I've totally fallen down the fanfiction hole online. Makes me laugh to think about what this wonderful thing called the Internet has brought us - a bizarre level of connectivity, interconnectivity, pathos, ridiculousness, and creativity. I'm equally sad and elated I had no access to this level of EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME in high school.
I still can't seem to get this Divacup thing to really work for me. They're far better than tampons, but no matter what I can't get past the leaking. Still, I really want this to work 'cause, folks, nothing else is going to do the job re: daily bike commute.
I've been going to Dance Freedom more and more. At $10 a pop, it's about the same as going to a gym, right? Only problem: I can't seem to get the door guy to stop kissing me! I have no idea why he started -I think he mistook me for someone else, initially. I often find ways to speak charmingly to him while paying my fee and skidaddle before he can get to me around the table. What's with random (harmless, mostly) dudes wanting to kiss me? This is not the first time this has happened to me in my life. Funny part, too? I can hear myself advising other people on how to stand up for themselves and avoid this behavior. ;^)
My brother turned 40, we had dinner out with a group of 9 to celebrate. Nobody died or cried. I call that a success.