Remember That Time

-you stole all of my good cd's?
-you hated Skittle cars?
-I loved chicken wings and actually ate them?
-we went to the pool instead of to work?
-we lived in one room, with all of our stuff?
-we were happy?
-we had Sunday night movie nights in our big, comfy, ugly chair?
-I helped you with (ahem, did) your homework so we could hang out sooner?
-Boom peed on you on the drive from hell?
-we were going to buy a house?
-you were the best part of my day?
-you weren't ready?
-I didn't stand up for the things that I wanted?
-you were my best friend and my family?
-I hated that dog sweater and you made me repent?
-I ruined Angie's bachelorette party?
-your sister read our "Hey Ya" texts?
-you pumped iron?
-I kissed a girl?
-we got in a fight, got over it, & swam in our panties-all in one night?
-I'd cry when I had to leave you?
-my cup ranneth over?
-you loved & hated morning kisses?
-my mom was a vision in sequins?
-I won a right-hand ring?
-we lived with your brother? and his wife? and their dog?
-I missed your finish line?
-we had it?
-we lost it?
-we didn't take each other for granted?
-and then we did?

The New New New

I haven't said much about it (with the exception of a few people), but I applied for a different position within my company last month. Wednesday they informed me that I got the job. I started training this morning.

Whew. A lot more emailing goes into label copy than I realized. I'm excited. And nervous. And ready to put my brain to new tasks and information.

I've been at my current company for four years now, doing the same thing in the same position. And while I'm pretty good at it, I decided back in September that it was time for a change. I mean, I've changed everything else in my life over the past six months, why not this area too?

So. Here I go. Wish me luck.

Noviembre

All kinds of stuff is running through my head right now. Inspiration. Sadness. Epiphanies. Longing. Fear. Doubts. Regret. Motivation.

I haven't formulated all of it in my brain well enough to write about it. But it's all there. Swirling around like some kind of soup in my mandible brain. My brain that never calms down. Never stops chewing and gnawing and grabbing on to one thing after another.

I can't believe that it's November already. I don't know how I feel about it, but it doesn't really matter, does it? It's here, nonetheless.

Turns Out

That I'm an idiot. The perfume was coming from my new shirt. Which had been enclosed in a gift box with a sample scent prior to my wearing it. No wonder I couldn't get away from the smell. Ha.

Perfumania

There are too many scented people in my office today. I think that they are trying to kill me. I'm getting a headache from the competing sweets and florals. Gah.

The Minutes

From last night's meeting with myself (at the Squeaky Clean Coin Laundry):

1. When I had a boyfriend and a washer/dryer of my own, I did not run out of clean panties.
2. Reading The Bell Jar is like listening to myself talk. Well, at least the first ten chapters anyway.
3. The laundromat presents a conundrum: my clothes suffer from the intense heat of the dryer, but drying at a lower heat costs more money and takes more time. Oh, the decisions.

These are the days of our lives...

Gah

My underwear are shrinking again. I thought breaking up was supposed to make you lose weight, not gain it. I keep planning to lay low and work out and be healthy, and then life gets in the way. I've been eating whatever I desire and not getting in the workouts that I should. I've also been spending way too much money.
I theoretically like the fall, but once I have to dress for fall weather, I feel inadequate and under dressed. Fall dressing costs so much more than summer. Why are these the things that I worry about?
Anyway, it's about time to reign in the spending and beer and general sloth. I need a plan. I need to stick to it. These past few months it's been my goal to turn inward and start focusing on myself. I know I can't totally drop off the social scene without depressing repercussions, but I need to get my bodily health back to where it was last year. I haven't been on top of it for a while.