a good place to be
I walked home today, down EDSA in the rain. See, that's my optimism about the weather: I step out of the house each day perfectly convinced that it can't possibly rain because hello, I'm out.
That may have been laughably unrealistic meteorological hubris.
I loved typing that. God, big words are so sexy.
Anyway, today was nice. I got blindfolded and asked Uncomfortable Questions for the UP CAST interview. Narrating my life story while doing a cheerleading routine has not been one of my stronger points. Also, I will be dressing up as Madonna on Monday for the CAST induction, where I'll finally be a member after a slightly unpleasant but somehow rewarding application. I was thinking of Nothing Really Matters Madonna or Frozen Madonna. It doesn't really matter if I could melt your heart. See what I did there!
There's this cutie applicant whom I told to go as Human Nature Madonna. He's straight and knows nothing about her. I hope he does his research.
Anyway. There's nothing else to talk about. I've been working out, not thinking about sex, relishing a sudden blanket of emotional forgetfulness, and working, of the making-money working sort. I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm jetlagged without going anywhere, and running on a massive sleep debt, but this is a good place to be. I can't pinpoint why.
That may have been laughably unrealistic meteorological hubris.
I loved typing that. God, big words are so sexy.
Anyway, today was nice. I got blindfolded and asked Uncomfortable Questions for the UP CAST interview. Narrating my life story while doing a cheerleading routine has not been one of my stronger points. Also, I will be dressing up as Madonna on Monday for the CAST induction, where I'll finally be a member after a slightly unpleasant but somehow rewarding application. I was thinking of Nothing Really Matters Madonna or Frozen Madonna. It doesn't really matter if I could melt your heart. See what I did there!
There's this cutie applicant whom I told to go as Human Nature Madonna. He's straight and knows nothing about her. I hope he does his research.
Anyway. There's nothing else to talk about. I've been working out, not thinking about sex, relishing a sudden blanket of emotional forgetfulness, and working, of the making-money working sort. I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm jetlagged without going anywhere, and running on a massive sleep debt, but this is a good place to be. I can't pinpoint why.