Sabotage

It was all a little too good. Much much to "Easy Street" to be my REAL life. I knew it but, I wanted to ride out the wave. I had a feeling one was going to hit any day. I was right.
I'm being sabotaged.
Funny thing is...I think it's amusing-that is when I'm not crying about it. The tears are mostly from anger because I don't know how else to express what it is that I am feeling.
After some detective work on my part I've learned where the attack is coming from and that it has nothing to actually do with me. It's about sad, small people trying to prove that they exist to the world. This part actually impowers me to be fan-tab-u-lous (when I'm not weeping).
I don't want to toss and turn tonight but I fear that I will. Last night I couldn't sleep either. I can't get conversations and emails out of my mind. I tried meditation to get me back to sleep. You know the type, breathe deep and clear your mind. It worked...until my mind was once again UNCLEAR.
On one thing I am CLEAR I will not let this effect me where it counts that most.

Say a little pray for me...

hairy situation

Mini (pronouned Me-Nee) -the threading lady: "You do your upper lip too?"
Me: (shake head no)
Mini: "No??"
Me: (continue shaking head no) "no just eyebrows"
Mini: "You sure? You have really long hairs"
Me: "Oh yeah go da hell, you're gonna have a really big black eye if you don't shut up!"

Okay I didn't say that but I really really wanted to. I just swallowed really hard and tried not to cry.

Ode (err?)

This long weekend was nothing of what I imagined it to be. I spent Saturday depressed in wallowing in my own self pity. I never left the bed. Well briefly, to take a shower, after which I changed into fresh pajamas and crawled back in. I read and watched The Office online and wrote some-here actually but then I lost my connection and it got erased.

I have this weird odor in my apartment and I can't find the source. At first I thought it was the trash but, I took it out and sprayed the can with Lysol-still it lingered. I changed the litter box-still lingering. I can only smell it if I leave and then walk back in...not something I've done much this weekend.

The smell is probably me.

I can't wait for the mooves

I have Monday off and I'm excited. This is the first time ever since college where I've had a job where I get the "holidays" off without having to request it. They are generally floating holidays that you have the option to add to your vacation time. I don't know which is a better bet but I have to say that I love the fact of the long weekend.

What makes it even more fun is that I'm going to see Charlottes Web with my two nieces on Monday. I think that they are as excited as I am. Earlier this week Noelle's journal entry read, "I cant wait for the mooves".

I can't wait either...

Prospero Ano

I'm starting the new year with not only a new attitude but a new job! After a year of looking and looking and interviewing and getting rejected I found something to get excited about! The great thing is that they felt the same way.

I will finally have time once again to write. I've really missed it.