Several times each week, I end up driving Emo Boy to school for some extra help in the mornings, which requires me to actually brush my hair, don sunglasses and hope nobody sees me en route. Even my dog-walking neighbor has learned to schedule his runs around my schedule, so says the fantasy dominatrix in my head. Not that I know anyone I may run over into, but that’s beside the point, I’m only beautiful after 10am and several cups of coffee with Kahlua. Its become a fun little ritual....
Did you feel the shift? Do you know what tomorrow is? Tomorrow, I mourn the fact that I will never meet Dave Grohl, nor attend a Foo Fighters concert, at least not this tour. Unless, of course, my sugar daddy comes along. (Call me!) Oh, and, tomorrow is 11-11-11. Its actually a big day for people like me, kind of like today’s full moon in Taurus, that emphasizes, among other things, the one thing I do well… I get what I want. Sometimes, I forget that. Speaking of which, today, I networked...
Ha, ha, fucking Ha. So, something planetary happened today and I relaxed, just a bit. It may have had something to do with my late night last night, during which I halfway expected some huge revelation about life, and only got a bunch of work out of the way. Then I was greeted with a huge, huge project that can only be described as a) my dead horse or b) the biggest opportunity of them all… and, it was right under my nose. Suddenly faced with that little schmitz of reality, plus the mental...
After two days of WAHM’ing, which means I’m two days behind my actual work, I’m cheating so that I can stay up all night and get shit done. A HUGE shout out to my new friend for an awesome play date today! Also, I got flowers. Not from anyone special, except for the florist I harassed to give me flowers. Blog forthcoming, I swear. I’m not giving up. Fuck that. Again, blog forthcoming. Do you feel my foot stomping the ground, yet?
The best thing about my clean room, aside from the new perspective it has given me, is that I can start doing yoga again. That being said, despite the ability to do yoga, and the three new books I got at the library today, I will be burning the midnight oil (curse you, wine!) because of Google. In theory. If I actually worked in an office, and not in my awesome bedroom, I would be screwed. My room would be just a little more awesome if it was not in the middle of Stepford. Oh, and was draped with...
