It's not what you said, it's the way you said it...
If you are a dental hygenist, you should not have long fingernails. Being jabbed in the gums upwards of five times, regardless of how nicely you apologize, is something I could do without.
Otherwise, I had an almost suspiciously nice day. I did some shopping, and feminine glee took me unawares again and again as I found things marked down or on sale. (Fill me in, I'm inexperienced... is there a difference between the two?) I won't bore you all with the details, I guess... you can be bored on your own time when you see me wear my purchases. (Though, probably not the formerly $139, now $20 blue-with-a-train dress that I guess now obligates me to go to prom. Shopping bags in hand, keys to the minivan in my pocket, I raise my frilly vanilla cappuccino in womanly victory.)
In going to the orthodontist and shopping, I drove most of the circuit of Goldsboro--Berkelely, the mall, the new shopping center past Target, Frederick's Music on Ash, downtown, on the bypass to Wayne Memorial Drive--and I think I'm less wary about driving. A few months ago I probably wouldn't have left Berkeley, it being the sort of safe area I know I can navigate. I'm not sure how much I've really improved, though... I only know one way to get to a given place. I would like to be able to navigate better, if only so one day I can do things like drive a long way through the night with someone trusting asleep next to me. Or perhaps the sleeping is my role, as a woman.
I have decided to spell kalculus with a k, when I feel like being irreverent. I have papers and magazines to read, tea to make, sleep to overdose on, and apparently more ironically sexist jabs to make.
This fire is really nice. (And a man didn't make it- I turned on the gas myself!)
Alright, now I'm getting carried away. I should be seen and not heard.
Obviously I can never go shopping again.
Otherwise, I had an almost suspiciously nice day. I did some shopping, and feminine glee took me unawares again and again as I found things marked down or on sale. (Fill me in, I'm inexperienced... is there a difference between the two?) I won't bore you all with the details, I guess... you can be bored on your own time when you see me wear my purchases. (Though, probably not the formerly $139, now $20 blue-with-a-train dress that I guess now obligates me to go to prom. Shopping bags in hand, keys to the minivan in my pocket, I raise my frilly vanilla cappuccino in womanly victory.)
In going to the orthodontist and shopping, I drove most of the circuit of Goldsboro--Berkelely, the mall, the new shopping center past Target, Frederick's Music on Ash, downtown, on the bypass to Wayne Memorial Drive--and I think I'm less wary about driving. A few months ago I probably wouldn't have left Berkeley, it being the sort of safe area I know I can navigate. I'm not sure how much I've really improved, though... I only know one way to get to a given place. I would like to be able to navigate better, if only so one day I can do things like drive a long way through the night with someone trusting asleep next to me. Or perhaps the sleeping is my role, as a woman.
I have decided to spell kalculus with a k, when I feel like being irreverent. I have papers and magazines to read, tea to make, sleep to overdose on, and apparently more ironically sexist jabs to make.
This fire is really nice. (And a man didn't make it- I turned on the gas myself!)
Alright, now I'm getting carried away. I should be seen and not heard.
Obviously I can never go shopping again.