Look at you go!

I've got a great, semi-newish job of sometimes making copies or going to the mailroom. What does this mean? I'm addicted to rant-mailing my mother, looking at pictures of pups and foods, and most notably, BLOG SURFING! Then it came to me: I can be one of the precious elite! I have a lovely blog sitting dustily in the tangled interwebs. Even if it is a bit embarrassing to peruse all the failed attempts at consistant writing. Albeit, here we go!

Staring blankly at the copy machine as it laid the crop painstakingly slow I remembered a convo not two months old when I said "Well, I wouldn't want to work somewhere that I felt like I needed to dress up anyway!"

Then, you see, I was feeling dumped and replaced ( I was), frumpy (still feeling the empanadas) and out of touch with weekly Sex in the City viewing. So, I'm standing there in the staff room, blinking dumbly from behind some borrowed, day old mascara, thinking about the fact that I can't stick with one idea for any longer than I can stand indulging my roomate's passion for Rock of Love (12 minutes). What is it about me that changes so drastically from week to week?

Mother and I have tossed about the possibility of bi-polarity several times, more for the delight of hypochondria than an exploration of truth. We both know the real issue is the fact that I am a young woman that takes delight in a plethora of things. What in the hell, several ex-boyfriends, could be wrong with listening to Lil Waybe, donning hairy armpits, blush and lipstick, and reading radical feminist poetry? What's more beautiful than a walking contradiction, my loves? And later, just because I shaved my pits doesn't mean I'm going to dump you and try to date Ashton Kutcher. Let's grow up a bit and get some man-fidence.

Essentially, what I've come to, is my tried and true phrase: ' I do what I wanna."
Though it has taken me much longer than expected to come to this point, I'm finally enjoying being single for the simple fact that there is no persnickity, disillusioned, ex-catholic boyfriend to please with my disinterest in all things conventional, commercial, or all other things plauging his minimal self-esteem/conciousness.

This business no longer caters, ladies and gentlemen!

Let's do what we wannnnnnnnnna!