I don't blog about relationships, but this is relevant:
As is this:
But they're also pretty stupid individually.
CURRENTLY...
READING: Somehow, I lost my book during the move. It's around here somewhere, but I've been too lazy/busy with work & whatnot to invest time and effort into looking for it. So I'm starting Cyrano de Bergerac. It's a bold endeavor, seeing as it's written in verse, but if worse comes to worst, I'll take a cue from my college-self and just watch the movie.
WRITING: Cover letters like crazy. I need a new job, y'all. Paralegal Mary would really like to hang up her hat for good (or at least find a better paralegal position).
LISTENING: I finally gave a listen to that Ylvis song everyone's been talking about. WTF.
THINKING: Of a way out of this job. These people love me and will probably never fire me. I'm pretty sure I could kill somebody and they would offer to hide the body. They've been hinting that they want me to stay on through law school & come on as an attorney once I'm finished. I WILL DIE AT THIS LAW FIRM.
SMELLING: Coffee + freshly-washed hair. Sunday morning, baby.
WISHING: I could tell y'all some of the names I encounter at work. The jokes you hear about ghetto names ARE NOT JOKES, PEOPLE. I have a group message to my family & certain discreet friends. You only wish you were on that recipient list.
HOPING: To figure out my life right quick. To law school, or not to law school, that is the question.
WEARING: Shorts & a comfortable blouse? It's Sunday. I'll get dressed for real when I meander my way to evening Mass.
LOVING: Living in Dallas again! I adore Fort Worth, but being near friends is so so good. I do maintain that Fort Worth is a much nicer city and if I could move UD and all of my friends across the metroplex, I would do it in a heartbeat. Plus, the city acronym is "FTW". Fort Worth is literally winning. But Dallas is great and I love my friends blahblahblah.
WANTING: To shop like crazy. This whole girl-on-a-budget thing isn't really working for me.
NEEDING: A budget. More coffee. A visit to DC. An oil change & new inspection sticker. Food. Real life, y'all.
FEELING: Hopeful? Today, I'm attempting a trial run with the business I hinted about and if all goes well, I'll be cranking out products like it's my job (which it could be in the future). I'll keep you updated.
CLICKING: a lot of Pinterest lately. I'm not stealing craft ideas, I'm just trying to get a handle on how to use certain products. I don't have to justify my actions to y'all.
READING: Somehow, I lost my book during the move. It's around here somewhere, but I've been too lazy/busy with work & whatnot to invest time and effort into looking for it. So I'm starting Cyrano de Bergerac. It's a bold endeavor, seeing as it's written in verse, but if worse comes to worst, I'll take a cue from my college-self and just watch the movie.
This counts, right?
LISTENING: I finally gave a listen to that Ylvis song everyone's been talking about. WTF.
Pardon me for not remembering to drop a little acid before watching. My b.
(I'm pretty terrible at gauging whether songs are meant to be a joke or not.
I'm still questioning 'Thrift Shop',
and considering these guys are Norwegian, they might actually want to know
what noise a fox makes. I don't know their lives.)
After 3 back-to-back viewings, I have to admit that I might never understand,
so now I'm just listening to the sound of the dishwasher.
A little neutral noise after that hot mess.
THINKING: Of a way out of this job. These people love me and will probably never fire me. I'm pretty sure I could kill somebody and they would offer to hide the body. They've been hinting that they want me to stay on through law school & come on as an attorney once I'm finished. I WILL DIE AT THIS LAW FIRM.
SMELLING: Coffee + freshly-washed hair. Sunday morning, baby.
WISHING: I could tell y'all some of the names I encounter at work. The jokes you hear about ghetto names ARE NOT JOKES, PEOPLE. I have a group message to my family & certain discreet friends. You only wish you were on that recipient list.
WEARING: Shorts & a comfortable blouse? It's Sunday. I'll get dressed for real when I meander my way to evening Mass.
WANTING: To shop like crazy. This whole girl-on-a-budget thing isn't really working for me.
FEELING: Hopeful? Today, I'm attempting a trial run with the business I hinted about and if all goes well, I'll be cranking out products like it's my job (which it could be in the future). I'll keep you updated.
I'm pretty sure the sound that a fox makes is just disappointing. Which is why they keep it a secret. (What a great video! They were talking about this on NPR (WHAT) but I forgot to look it up afterward. So...THANKS.)
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