I get weirdly excited about antiques. So much so that they are central in my wedding. I may regret this later when we have to lug all of them to the venue and then back home again.
I feel overwhelmed with gratitude when I think about the fact that I'm marrying Shoes in just six months. And that we (might) get to live in the same town, much less the same house.
I can’t stop thinking about how Shoes and I are going to make the next year work. Long distance? No distance? New jobs? No jobs? Every morning at 4:00, my mind springs into action. Every morning at 5:00 I curse my mind because I just want to go back to sleep.
I just want to eat Ben and Jerry's. Yep. Despite my move to whole foods, I dream about those two geniuses a lot. I would consider entering a plural marriage if I could keep Shoes and those two as my other two husbands.
I am kinda a bad person and sometimes think I'm smarter than other people. It's something I'm ashamed of and something I'm actively trying to let go of, but I can't stand obvious, pat, superficial answers. Which, of course, is a synonym for critical and judgey. And oddly enough, this really doesn't happen with clients. But it does with other professionals.
I wish I could dye my hair a rich, stunning, shiny brunette. I've been dying it blond for the past 11 years - after one of my friends assured me she could give me highlights with an at home kit. (Which prompted me, first thing the next morning after the disaster of the at home kit, to visit a salon. Which prompted root grow out. Which prompted another visit to the salon ...)
I just don’t understand the allure of Twilight. Take away my woman card now, I guess.
I can’t believe how close I am to graduating. Three years of work, and just 5 months left. Or getting married. Or working as a professional with a graduate degree. Fill in the blank; there's a lot of change that's about to happen.
I strongly consider spending a lot of money on breast augmentation. Didn't see THAT one coming, did you?? Yeah, well. You try being a 5'9" and the size I am. Take away my feminist card now, I guess.
well, we're bound to that, in truth. But while there's time I want to write I'm glad to be alive in the same world as you, here where there's, yes, a wisdom in the inward parts, where something mesenteric loosely binds us, where you, as words are bound to tell, have given understanding to my heart.