|come here often?
||[Jun. 21st, 2011|12:13 am]
"not drunk at all, just a really bad driver."
oh, hello, there.
thinking about using LJ again has me feeling weirdly nervous, the same way I do about writing in my paper journal sometimes; while it helps to Get It All Out, saying It can be a little painful.
think it's time to re-introduce myself to my journal with a few choice random nuggets. my easy cheater's way to write.
have been feeling old. 27 has some sort of weighty significance for me - not really sure why, other than it's solidly past "mid-twenties" and also it's three cubed, which is a number that makes me happy, for a very convoluted reason having to do with factors of my favorite number, twelve.
I don't think I'm worried about turning 27 - as I said, I feel old, not young - but it certainly seems, well, high up there compared to, you know, other ages I've been so far.
not sure whether to truly throw myself into searching for a challenging, mind-bending new job (e.g. marketing director of all things new and awesome) or let myself relax with something like the job I just spotted on CL, "head proofreader" at a local company. wait, you're telling me I can proof shit (which is kind of what I've been doing for everyone around me for the past 10 years) and get paid $55K a year for it? hmmmm.
BUT BUT BUT oh noooo what if it's not fulfilllllling enough, and I hate having to dedicate 8 hrs a day to mind-numbing work when a more challenging job would really be more fun? but wouldn't the easy peasy proofing job let me then have more fun in the rest of my life?
I really would like to talk to my friends, in real life, more often.
they are unendingly wonderful and I want more QT with their faces.
I wonder if instituting Sunday afternoon teatime would ever actually work? I do have a tea set.
I wish my boyfriend didn't have stalkable ex-girlfriends. I wish I didn't care that his stalkable ex-girlfriends seem so much more admirable than I. e.g. the one who's actually now a visiting linguistics professor at Pomona, and also is in the band Figurine with Jimmy Tamborello that I've loved for years. that's just... not fair. that motherfucker is everything I'd like to be. awesome nerd profession (I loovvvve linguistics) plus awesome rad music career (OK, not really a career, they are very un-famous, but still). I mean really.
is it horrible that my next thought is "hey, at least my boobs are way better than hers"?
I just got my favorite tall slouchy grey Zara boots fixed. I'd thought they were irreparably scuffed and worn, but the geniuses at Victor's Shoe Repair in the wilds of Burbank were everything Yelp said and more. boots are smooth and grey and un-scuffed and totally destroyed heels are perfectly replaced. all for 25 dollars. highly recommended to anyone with shoe-destroying tendencies and no cash for new ones.
I wonder if Lewis will ever stop biting me as a hilarious way to entertain himself.
just idle curiosity here.
which one of us will have children first?
I bet we all end up surprised.
finally encountered a reason that my 2005 Mac Powerbook G4 isn't good enough for modern times. it's too old for Netflix streaming. you can't even walk up to Netflix streaming with a fake ID if your processor's pre-Intel.
not even if your really sweet boyfriend gave you his password so you could sit by yourself and watch documentaries about shipwrecks any time you wanted.
I can never remember the name of that brand of really high-end maraschino cherries that make cocktails so amazing. it starts with "V," but that's all I can ever remember. an image of the octagonal jar and yellow label is burned into my brain, but the name completely escapes me every single time.
maybe mister brain is trying to prevent me from successfully spending $11 or whatever on a jar of cherries. jesus christ they're delicious though. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about; you're classy like that.