Wednesday, May 24, 2006
bulleted, for your pleasure
- rapunzel. i just noticed yesterday, with some surprise, that my hair is about three inches from the top of my jeans. now i'm wondering - at what length, exactly, does hair reach the too-long stage? i know there is one, and i'm pretty certain mine isn't there yet, but i'm wondering where it starts. opinions? i don't want to become one of those horse-hair women without realizing it..
- no comment. http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn9206
- omg. the laws of the old testament - in legos! http://www.thebricktestament.com/the_law/index.html. very creative.
- omg, take 2. newly-hatched tortoise: http://news.yahoo.com/photo/060523/ids_photos_wl/r181564935.jpg. thanks, katie!
- greener grass. ahh, being single. it sure is nice. i can say yes to any plans, with anyone i want, say no to any plans, make plans, not make plans.. my time is as occupied or as unoccupied as i want it to be. i meet a new cute guy? i can start formulating a crush and a little fantasy that maybe he is crushing back.. well, until i find out about his girlfriend. but, wow, are there things i miss. the kissing, the sharing of my bed with something other than the small stack of books and magazines that get tossed aside as i fall asleep at night.. and other things that i've rarely ever had, like mutual warmth. it seems like those things are often unbalanced, at least to some degree. anyway, i guess it's something to think about, and a nice thing to wish for myself someday. unfortunately, i don't feel like any of that is something i'll seek out, or something i even want to surrender to; it just doesn't seem worth it anymore. i know it sounds cynical, but it just seems like an invitation for ruin, and seeing as how i feel pretty happy now (despite a few things that i miss dearly, but thankfully the japanese were thinking of me), it's a ain't-broke-don't-fix type of situation. but, agh, this has become something i have to remind myself of a lot, and sometimes reminding myself to think rationally (read: negatively) is a downer.
on top of that, i've made a very stubborn resolution: my next kiss (hopefully it will be unlike the last one and be delivered by someone who is not engaged to my good friend), if it's supposed to mean anything, will neither be initiated by myself nor accepted under any degree of inebriation in either party. i'm tired of having to do the dirty work -- honestly, aren't the guys supposed to do that? i am totally over it. and as for liquid courage.. that's the wimpy way out. really, if you didn't have the balls, in the parlance of our times, to do it before those three vodka & cranberries, you shouldn't be doing it after. well, maybe you should, but it doesn't say much for your feelings or your honesty about them. sadly, if history is anything to plan my future by, i'll probably have to take a moment to remove my dentures before my next kiss. but, hey, at least i'll have my walker right there in case it's one of those kisses that makes me swoon.. - phew. i'll be attending my first workweek beach bootcamp workout tonight. it's not until 7 and it's pretty close to the office, so it gives me a good excuse to read for a couple of hours. :)
- the doors. i hate them. i really do.
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