Snapshots
UPDATE:
Mom just emailed and said that I sound “edgy” today. I feel edgy.
But not in a mean-spirited, “ding-dong, flaming sack of dog crap on your doorstep” kind of way.
More of an “I’m about to drink an entire bottle of wine and go blow all my rent money at Anthropologie, so help me God” kind of way.
Interventions (or bottles of Syrah) accepted.
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In recent conversations about dating, I have said to several people, “I’ve dated boys. I’m kind of in the market for a man.”
Last night, a friend said, “Define ‘man.’” And then I kicked him in the face. Because I don’t know what I mean by “man.”
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I want to be with someone who I’m crazy about, who is crazy about me.
I want to be with someone who is interesting, who is interested in me.
I love crushes, and I hate them.
But I’m glad to know that I am capable of having one.
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If my life ever flashes before my eyes, I hope that one of the highlighted memories will be the moment I turned my Honda east on I-90, leaving Seattle for the unknown, equal parts terrified and liberated and devastated and thrilled, having no idea that that feeling would remain with me for the next 14-months and counting.
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On the elevator…
Me: Don’t you hate awkward elevator interactions?
Him:
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I am convinced that one of the Top 3 Things About Heaven is going to be the fact that I will not have to count calories.
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Here is what I would like today:
– To leave work early
– To crawl into my bed and stay warm
– To take an Excedrin Back & Body capsule
– To have someone pet my head
– To take a nap that lasts 15 hours
share:
Annie I agree with all of the above things you just wrote about.
But just remember, tomorrow we are going to have coffee! Should I bring fuzzy slipperz so our feet don’t get cold? That would be a mood improver.
Sorry for the perkiness, I just ordered a pair of shoes. It’s a sad fact, but online shopping does wonders for my mood.
Who kicked who in the face???
I kicked you in the face.
In my mind.
I happen to be a professional head-petter, so in the event you and Miranda ever grace me with your cowgirl-boot presence I promise to fulfill that part of your request. I grew up with my mom petting my head nightly, and I still do it to myself when I’m tired, ha!
Aw, friend, you DO sound edgy today.
I wish for you, in this minute: warm blankets under which you are snuggled. A hot cup of tea, or a red glass of wine. Thoughts completely devoid of calories. An episode of the Office, or some other fabulous TV show. A new tune in your head. And hopeful, confident thoughts on relationships, the future, and yourself.
Love.
The Slanket – the answer to all your prayers. Well, at least the ones about staying warm.
http://www.theslanket.com/
You can thank me later.
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