what my vacation looks like:
November 20, 2006 at 4:27 PM
Thanks!
as i previously mentioned in part one, i’ve turned into my mother–leaving myself reminder notes on my front door. apparently ben thought i need a little reminder as well. sadly, i just now noticed it.
this past month of dating suddenly makes sense! damn you benjaminoballbaby!
a cute boy gave me flowers last week!
flowers for me last approximately one week before they start smelling funky. at that point they’re usually wilted and icky looking so it’s time to toss ’em anyway. i came home last night to find my apartment smelling like something had died. i didn’t want to throw them out since they still look great, so i stuck them on the balcony where i could still see them without the gag factor.
when i walked out to my car this morning i caught my neighbor eyeing the flowers and shaking her head in a disapproving manner. i’m sure she ran inside and added to the “sarah’s a fruitcake” list. oh well…
that’s right folks ’tis pie season! not only do i have to refrain from eating my own weight in pie, i have to find holiday dates.
read more here!
commuting is just another form of people watching for me!no, not the television series. my office!
ddr: you make me blush, and i make you cringe!
jb: i need some hot chocolate, it’s been one of those mornings.
i’m finally at peace with my age. mostly.
today, at lunch i was stuck behind a group of teenagers who would not shut-up. they kept changing their order over, and over again. it reminded me how happy i am to know exactly what i want on my burrito and in life. it took every ounce of self control not to pull them aside and tell them they are like totally wasting their time with the incessant chatter about boys. i understand, as i was boy crazy at that age too, but look where it’s gotten me… i’m currently without man. in fact if we woman weren’t so damn crazy i’d consider that option. ok, that’s a lie, so don’t sending me emails requesting lesbian pictures.
but really, what i wouldn’t give to go back and do it all over again–not all of it i guess, i really don’t want the perm years back, that was bad enough the first time around. maybe i’m reminiscent of a time without eye wrinkles, or maybe i’m just upset over the fact i’m being faced with taking a chemistry class at 31. whatever the case, i’d forget the boys and concentrate on books.
dumb teenagers.
me: i noticed someone is reading my blog from the IRS, and i’m totally freaked out.
ak: well, unless you have something to hide i wouldn’t worry about it.
me: i thought i’d call paul newman for tax advice.
ak: i’d probably call robert redford instead.
me: shut up, i meant paul whatever his last name is that does our company taxes. you know the one that sings show tunes and takes his shoes off.