Random Ramblings
Putting complete thoughts today is difficult, so these are just random ramblings.
When I blowdry my hair, I end up looking like the guy from Black Sabbath who visited my junior high and proclaimed that Christianity had saved him from a life of drugs, sex, and rock 'n roll.
I think a reason I am so weird about my weight is that when I'm underweight, I actually have a waist, which disappears as soon as those 10 pounds come back. (which makes me look like a fourteen year old boy)
Southern California weather sucks this year. We've gotten more rain than Seattle. Ick.
Ever notice how many blogs there are that are devoted to being a "better" Christian?
I recently aquired a spensive computer program, and today discovered that I have no idea how to use it. And I don't have a manual.
I think I got into the habit of being "a talker" because my first boyfriend (and I use that term very loosely) was not. He would call and just sit there, leaving me to do all the talking. It was hard at first, but I got used to it. I eventually got good at it. Now I can't stop it. I'm a monster.
I looked up an ex-friend yesterday, and found that she has been writing hippie articles in a hippie town for a hippie newspaper. I wonder if she ever found her hippie Mr. Perfect.
I also looked up an ex-boyfriend; the one who was going to be an architect. Apparently, he's started running half-marathons instead.
I'm nervous about going to France. And I'm sad that there will be no one there to share it with me. I hate being lonely.
When I blowdry my hair, I end up looking like the guy from Black Sabbath who visited my junior high and proclaimed that Christianity had saved him from a life of drugs, sex, and rock 'n roll.
I think a reason I am so weird about my weight is that when I'm underweight, I actually have a waist, which disappears as soon as those 10 pounds come back. (which makes me look like a fourteen year old boy)
Southern California weather sucks this year. We've gotten more rain than Seattle. Ick.
Ever notice how many blogs there are that are devoted to being a "better" Christian?
I recently aquired a spensive computer program, and today discovered that I have no idea how to use it. And I don't have a manual.
I think I got into the habit of being "a talker" because my first boyfriend (and I use that term very loosely) was not. He would call and just sit there, leaving me to do all the talking. It was hard at first, but I got used to it. I eventually got good at it. Now I can't stop it. I'm a monster.
I looked up an ex-friend yesterday, and found that she has been writing hippie articles in a hippie town for a hippie newspaper. I wonder if she ever found her hippie Mr. Perfect.
I also looked up an ex-boyfriend; the one who was going to be an architect. Apparently, he's started running half-marathons instead.
I'm nervous about going to France. And I'm sad that there will be no one there to share it with me. I hate being lonely.
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