Jumping on the bandwagon that I fell off last year, I am officially committing to NaBloPoMo… again. I’d love to commit to NaNoWriMo, but, well, my life isn’t fabulous enough to allow me that amount of time. Yet. Its coming. IT HAS TO BE COMING! UGH! Ahem. November has come to symbolize a lot for me this year, which is probably a good thing, because I realized through some demented thoughts that I may actually be at my breaking point. My bootstraps, heart and soul are pretty much...
Remember the UnCool Girl Series? Those three-ish very funny and important blogs about how stupid women are in relationships, even if they were formerly awesome and cool? I was reminded of those recently. I re-read them, I even put fresh videos up. Now, I just have to figure out why my tags aren’t showing, because these little blogettes are nothing without the accompanying tags. My work is never done. Why the resurrection, aside from the awesome blog material itself? I was reminded of many discussions...
There is this oppressive thought that keeps banging in my brain (that organ that is often abandoned due to the loud interference of my breasts) saying I am not supposed to blog. “But,” I plead, “I need to blog. I like to blog. All I ever wanted in my whole life was to blog… why can’t I blog?” “Because,” I answer, “if you blog, you will go to hell. You will spill forth secrets and abandon your work, ignore your children, never do laundry or clean...
Wow, I don’t even know where to begin this installment of the tragedy of the UCG (UnCool Girl). Lets say, hypothetically, you crash into an old flame. You are all enamored with the old thoughts, feelings and wonder that you felt back in the day when you and your flame were joined at the hip in holy coolimony. Nostalgia can be a hard drug to overcome, and I get that, so bask in its homespun glory. You talk to this flame and bring up your past, how wonderful things were back then, and you savor...
Need to get things out of my head so maybe I can sleep tonight. Sigh. Have a potential perfect job on the horizon and I’m totally stoked. Details will follow once I’m hired, so until then, send good mojo. The final interview is on Monday and there is a light faintly shining at the end of my tunnel of discontent. UCGs are still pretty cool, even when confessing their uncoolness to a complete poser CG. Tomorrow is going, no, today is going to be a long day if I can’t sleep. Fuck. I...
