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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

EDIT: to those whose heart rates altered because of this: Sorry. I'm still single. Way single. Way way single. Didn't realize it could be read that way. Just keeping it vague because of previously mentioned paranioa (which I can't spell for the life of me). There was no talk of cheesecakes, and all is well in wild free single woman land.

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I should be sleeping, but I'm not. Long story involving everything from glass bottles to screwed up laundry/flex acount machines. And Now I'm incredibly sleepy and need to put up my laundry, but my head has kicked into overdrive despite such obstacles.

A friend lent me "Wing to Wing, Oar to Oar" Wow. So. Good. Reccomend it already. Not at ALL what I expected. Don't let the smarmy cover pic disuade you. Intellectual material on marriage and the courtship process (for a sad lack of a better term). Refreshing. Amazingly so. As I was reading/reveling in it, it suddenly struck me that two of my classes this semester focus on love. And Shakespeare won't be devoid of it by any stretch. Methinkest God is laughing. Maybe I'll join him, but in the meantime I'm going to have to thank him. Maybe this is part of getting what you ask for in some odd sense. "Teach me how to love."

That book sprung out of a reccomendation of "The Beginning of Wisdom" which I'm also very excited about. Books like that make me think I could be perfectly happy in a big chair surrounded by my word-strewn friends. I think I could stay there for a very long while and be quite allright. And yet my job forces me into a very gritty reality I'd be all too happy to escape at times. Case in point: the decidedly-NOT-my-taste music blaring all over my floor when I emerged to what I had hoped was the peace and quiet of fourth floor and my own room.

Time to learn contentment and yet another thing about love. Tonight I learned a bit more in the form of a basement conversation I didn't see happening. Funny how things work. A phone call from one significant other to another, a load of laundry, a cell phone, a grocery store trip for indulgence sake. Fast forward and there we are on the couches sharing bits of our hearts. Funny little bits coming together to answer my prayer in an unexpected way. I think it's called a gift. A gift like learning that how much the word "dear" can mean. A gift like laughing when you remember hearing those same lips call everyone either a last name or an S.O.B.

For surpises, for love, for gifts . . . Thank You.

PS And to my Paige who might just be lurking: I love you more than coffee and chocolate together. *hugs*


Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Note to self: after becoming insanely wealthy by some yet-to-be-specified means, hire someone to stand behind you and rub your shoulders at all times. Ouch . . . I'll go ahead and start taking applicants now, to speed up the process.


Sunday, July 31, 2005

Uhm, so yeah I screwed this thing up. That'll teach ME to mess with HTML

I guess that's what I get for messing around on here insted of packing like a good girl.


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