I don’t want to sound all superior, but I wanted to state, on record, that I do talk to walls. Lessons in futility, that thing about insanity being the action of doing the same thing over again, expecting different results, etc. My wheels doth spin, and its frustrating, so I’m done. You’re done being vague? Hell, no. I want to be able to look back on this in the years to come and be like the rest of you… “what the hell is she talking about?” Awwww yeah. Its Sunday....
I’ve not had anything really, really weird happen to me in quite a few months. I remember somewhat enjoying the thought that as soon as I stepped out my door, Bizarro World was awaiting me. So, then it stopped and I was smack in the middle of THE REALITY OF MELIALAND – which has sucked, but that’s ok, because its getting better each day. I digress. I also love the word, “digress.” Unless I type it a lot, because then it just starts to look weird, kind of like the word,...
I. Need. A. Drink. I realize that nobody ever technically needs a drink, but I plan to make an exception in my own case. The irony is that I cannot have a drink because I’m in the midst of some freak intestinal issue (TMI, fuck off) that does nothing but make me wince and cry (in my Virgo way of not crying) when I move. Life is beautiful in Melialand this week. Gaah. So, I didn’t have a chance to blog about my weekend, but it was nice and quiet. Some shopping, some Rock Band and a birthday...
So, I’m spinning my wheel, so to speak. Well, wheels, maybe… it all depends on how you look at it. The job market for “Chick Guru” is pretty slim and I’m going to have to get creative or start writing about cures for hemorrhoids or something. So far, here are my choices: 1. Get a job as some type of technical/administrative assistant in one of the technically-inspired corporations in NoVa. Pay is marginal, happiness factor is limited, not the best option if the kids...
If you read my last blog, you may have noticed that with MJ, Freedom and The Husband, this weekend I’d planned to get hammered to stop the eye twitch from hell. For the record: Melia did not get hammered. Melia got bitch slapped (sorry, feminists) with some brutal realities. Melia is making major changes. Melia has amazing friends and loves them dearly. Melia is done. I also forgot all of the snarky comments I was going to make. Its probably for the best, really. Today, on Planet Melia, I am...
