1. I just got a tattoo. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for years and it means a lot to me. It’s a few words, written in Hebrew, that summarize everything I believe.
The guy who did it for me was almost finished when I asked if he could add a tiny Harry-Potter lightning bolt. He did and I love it and, yes, that too is deeply significant to me.
2. I like mustard sandwiches. Just bread and les moutard. Yum.
I like it so much I had one for breakfast.
3. I may be allergic to my new house. (Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you that I moved at the beginning of the month). The house is from 1918 or 1919 and it’s great except that I’ve been finding it hard to breathe lately. Hopefully I just have a little cold and don’t have to move again.
4. One of my new roommates (I have four) is really good looking. He’s moving out at the end of the month, which is likely for the best. He’s smart and quiet and inquisitive and way too pretty to be 39.
5. I’m not in a pre-relationship with the really nice, cute, smart, fun guy anymore. I really like him, but I’m not sure anything - even friendship - will come of it.
6. I did something really stupid and was aware that it was a terrible decision days in advance.
The Snowplower called and said he missed me. He said he wanted me back in his life and that he wanted me to be his girlfriend. (Sounding familiar?) Then he invited me over for dinner and a movie and I was envisioning this perfectly romantic date with candles, desert and good conversation.
As it turns out, we had corn and salad on the couch while he flipped through a bunch of channels – including (seriously) his porn channels!
What a way to win a girl back, huh? I asked him to change the channel and had him take me home at 9:00 p.m..
7. My older sister is pregnant again (she and her husband have a three-year-old boy and twin boys who are a year and a half) and her doctor thinks she’s pretty big for having only baby this time. My family is teasing her about having a) a giant b) another set of twin boys and/or c) triplet girls.
8. I’m just halfway through my one-year internship, but last week I was offered a writing job that has the possibility of becoming permanent. I told them I’m not really interested in it (there are a few more opportunities coming up that I’d rather do) so they tried to tempt me with an office.
Twenty-five year olds should not have their own offices with doors and name plates! I’m way too young for that. And I’m still not really wanting the job.
9. Shortly after being offered the job, I decided I needed to do something youthful and unprofessional. So I dyed my hair this really bright purpley-red. I’m embarrassed to be so florescent in the office and am glad it’s just a washout dye.
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4 comments:
Glad to get an update! Sounds like things are going well.
You aren't too young for your own office- you deserve it if it's being offered.
At 20 I had my own office with a door and name plate and it felt darn good. ;)
Look at you go!
Sounds like you've had quite the eventful month or so.
Good for you for holding out for a job you actually want.
Having a boring, craptastic job sucks. Trust me, I'm in one riiiiight now. Literally, right now.
Purple hair? Geez D, you are nuts!
I loved this update. Your past few weeks have been filled with excitement, I see!
Hope to see you when I'm back in October. Perhaps we'll have another Grey's night, cuddled on my parents couch whilst noshing Almond Roca? :)
PS: NEVER talk to The Snowplower again. You deserve so much more than corn and porn. Yay for rhymes.
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