I journal everything. Every day. Into 9 red journals. Since I was 21. It’s a blessing and a curse to have reference to a specific day for the past 7 years. What will I do with them all when I am 51? At the rate I’m going, I’ll have 20+ by then. Destroy the evidence or pass them along to my children? Decisions, decisions.
Random guy at Thomas Street Tavern circa 2007: You must get this all the time, but you have the cutest nose ever!
Me: Uh, thank you. But I have to let you know that you are the first.
Random guy: Can I get your number?
Me: Sorry, I don’t give out my number. I’ll take yours though.
Random guy: I don’t give out my number either.
A new thrift shop, Buffalo Exchange, will be opening in Plaza-Midwood next month where Pura Vida Worldy Art used to be. This is exciting news for somenone who has been a prized pupil in the School of Secondhand Shopping since she could accessorize without parental supervision.
Come April 16, I’ll have to drive only 3.8 miles to get my shop on! I would be more Earth-friendly with biking there, but then there are the overflowing resusable shopping bags to consider.
I did the responsible, grown-up thing yesterday and had my taxes done. I’m getting a sizable refund this year, prompting my tax preparer to advise me to wait 30 days before spending it. Forget that, I went straight to the ‘E’ section of the phone book to arrange an escort to have my way with. It’s been two years since I’ve had a boyfriend, and I know that money can’t buy happiness, but it sure as hell can buy you a happy ending.
On any given weekend, it’s not uncommon for me to have stacks of library books ALL around my house, on the coffee table to read during commercials, on my nightstand before bedtime, on the back porch for nice days, in my car, etc. I was thinking about hitting up IKEA for another book shelf this afternoon, you know any excuse for frozen yogurt, but after I stumbled across http://decorhacks.com/2011/03/library-book-desk/, this seemed like a better option: