I'm a twentysomething
Here are some lyrics that are just too damn appropriate not to post. It's from a song called "twentysomething" by this young British jazz pianist Jamie Cullum. Now only if he was female, I might have to propose marriage right here and now. But alas, I guess I won't be getting hitched just yet.
"Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.
I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twenty something."
Anyways, it has come to my attention that I seem to come off as kinda bitter in some of these posts. And by kinda bitter, I mean completely misanthropic. I sincerely apologize to all those I've offended. So, in honor of this newly turned leaf in the pages of my life I am going to post not a list of things that I hate, but instead a list of things that make me happy. I know, it's kind of a change of pace, but maybe this will be good for me. It's all in the attitude or some similar new-age type mantra, right?
Things That Make Me Happy:
#357: Drives to and from Scranton. And yes, there is a great chance you'll hear me bitching about the 2 hours to and from I travel every weekend but I do truly enjoy those drives. But traffic not withstanding, driving on Route 80 at dusk with music blaring and all can be rather beautiful. It's really the only time I'm alone all week, and it affords me alot of much needed time to think.
#402: This may sound really cheesy and dorky, but I really enjoy my dress code here at work. Seriously. Not that there really is any sort of dress code I need to be abiding by, but one day I can come in wearing jeans and a polo, or a dress shirt and tie, or even jeans and a shirt and tie. I've been alternating between wearing my brown Doc's that I've had since sophomore year at Bosco, and black Cons which I've had since freshman year at G-Dub. I haven't gotten to the point where I can wear sandals yet, but if there is any God up there that day will be coming soon.
#413: People who are comfortable in thier relationships. I just think it's totally refreshing to see a couple that isn't hanging off each other, making out in public and shouting from rooftops that they are so totally in love. I mean, you don't need to be constantly reminding each other how hot you think the other one is. That's not to say that those things shouldn't be said. They should, just in private. If you are completely comfortable, then you don't need to be shoving it down each other (and everyone else's) throats. Besides, it can get desensitizing after a while and the words lose meaning. And that's the last thing I'd want to happen. Some things are just better left for the privacy of your own home. And those people who know that are that much better for it.
**In a mark of complete carelessness, I unintentionally forgot to include the following item on the list. However, a certain Ms. Kimmel decided to rectify this mishap. Thank you Carolyn, and my apologies**
"#556: The memories of Carolyn. Seriously, I wish I had known last summer how important she would be to me. I would have taken more pictures. Of her boobs. And me looking at her boobs. And Chelsea looking at her boobs. And Andy looking at her boobs. And I would have been less of a wimp and stayed up late drinking with her more often. But most importantly, what makes me the happiest is knowing that Carolyn absolutely adores me and my little redheaded self.
"Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.
I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twenty something."
Anyways, it has come to my attention that I seem to come off as kinda bitter in some of these posts. And by kinda bitter, I mean completely misanthropic. I sincerely apologize to all those I've offended. So, in honor of this newly turned leaf in the pages of my life I am going to post not a list of things that I hate, but instead a list of things that make me happy. I know, it's kind of a change of pace, but maybe this will be good for me. It's all in the attitude or some similar new-age type mantra, right?
Things That Make Me Happy:
#357: Drives to and from Scranton. And yes, there is a great chance you'll hear me bitching about the 2 hours to and from I travel every weekend but I do truly enjoy those drives. But traffic not withstanding, driving on Route 80 at dusk with music blaring and all can be rather beautiful. It's really the only time I'm alone all week, and it affords me alot of much needed time to think.
#402: This may sound really cheesy and dorky, but I really enjoy my dress code here at work. Seriously. Not that there really is any sort of dress code I need to be abiding by, but one day I can come in wearing jeans and a polo, or a dress shirt and tie, or even jeans and a shirt and tie. I've been alternating between wearing my brown Doc's that I've had since sophomore year at Bosco, and black Cons which I've had since freshman year at G-Dub. I haven't gotten to the point where I can wear sandals yet, but if there is any God up there that day will be coming soon.
#413: People who are comfortable in thier relationships. I just think it's totally refreshing to see a couple that isn't hanging off each other, making out in public and shouting from rooftops that they are so totally in love. I mean, you don't need to be constantly reminding each other how hot you think the other one is. That's not to say that those things shouldn't be said. They should, just in private. If you are completely comfortable, then you don't need to be shoving it down each other (and everyone else's) throats. Besides, it can get desensitizing after a while and the words lose meaning. And that's the last thing I'd want to happen. Some things are just better left for the privacy of your own home. And those people who know that are that much better for it.
**In a mark of complete carelessness, I unintentionally forgot to include the following item on the list. However, a certain Ms. Kimmel decided to rectify this mishap. Thank you Carolyn, and my apologies**
"#556: The memories of Carolyn. Seriously, I wish I had known last summer how important she would be to me. I would have taken more pictures. Of her boobs. And me looking at her boobs. And Chelsea looking at her boobs. And Andy looking at her boobs. And I would have been less of a wimp and stayed up late drinking with her more often. But most importantly, what makes me the happiest is knowing that Carolyn absolutely adores me and my little redheaded self.