Thursday...

* Why does nothing beat a good, cathartic cry? Really. Last weekend, after my great Wednesday night, the earthquake, etc. I put in a sappy movie and cried. Hard. Even harder after I downloaded sappy country songs. I was sad - true - but I wanted to be. I wanted the release which only comes with sobbing until your lungs hurt. There comes a point in such a breakdown where you take a big gulp of air, tip your chin back towards the sky and let calm once again come over you. There was not one specific reason to be upset. I am in a great, happy place in my life. I just needed liberation. From everything.

Ani DiFranco- 32 Flavors

Manic Monday...

* My body clock does NOT like Daylight Savings. I'm tired. Mostly because I stayed up late to watch "Sister Wives". I find mind control fascinating.

* Realizing my youth is flying by, I think I need to be more grateful. Today I am grateful for:

* Flirtation - Really. Is there anything better than the early stages of a good, healthy flirtatious relationship?

* Butterflies - This goes back to flirtation. Joni Mitchell described this as "the dizzy dancing way you feel". Well said.

* Friends Who Listen - Even if You Are Repeating The Same Old Rant - Stef must be getting tired of the "I care but I don't" texts. Danny must think the interpreting is annoying - but they're my friends and they just keep on letting me work this one out for myself. Amazing people surround me. I am extremely lucky. For D and S, and for all the others who know me and love me just the same.

* Hope - The ability to know it, have it, appreciate it. Tattooed on muh body - might be the most important gift I have ever found within myself.

* A Job in a Field I Love - I have a love/hate relationship with it - but isn't that the point? It's work, after all.

* The 6th Sense Feeling You Get When You Know Something is Trouble - we have the choice more often than not. Today I choose to go ahead and let myself sink into the trouble I have created. Owning it is half the battle.

Yesssss...

There are days when - despite a majorly major hangover, you have to just smile. Today is one of those days. I did it up right last night. Like, really.
Drinking games. Drag queens. Shots. Dancing. Karaoke. Armenian cab drivers. Passionate kisses. Good ipod mixes. Deep talks. Lust. 4am Bedtimes. 6am Alarms. Un-awkward mornings after. No regrets. No attachment. Pure and unadulterated perfection.

I'm really proud of myself. I, my friends, am not a stick in the mud. Oh no. I am a damn good time.

Things I Know - Tuesday Edition

* Attitude is everything.

* Waking up to a twinge of daylight today, for the first time this year makes me smile. I am not one to complain about the darkness and rain - but I am excited about the idea of Spring. Spring means travel, flowers, outdoor patios, and fresh starts.

* I enjoy being good at my job. I am feeling confident in myself as of late - maybe because I am kicking ass. Or I think I am. There I go questioning myself again...

* Speaking of outdoor patios and travel - I leave in 25 days. So excited. I am pretty sure I am going to pass out at the first sight of anything Italian. It's so romanticized in my head -sitting at a sidewalk cafe, sipping cappuccino, staring at beautiful men zipping by on Vespas. Sigh.

* The idea of flying for an entire day freaks me out. I cry, shake, rash out at the very thought of flying to California, yet alone over the Atlantic. What lies on the other side is more than enough inspiration to do it, however Mary's new acquisition of Ambien has me worried about the flight for reasons even farther out of my control. Can't you just see it now? A plane full of sleeping travelers, quietly snoozing...and out of nowhere, a petite older Southern lady is dancing in the aisles, cha-cha-ing her way through the rows. Oh dear. Ohhhh dear.

Foodie???

I love everything culinary. The food, the people, the scene - all things "foodie" have me under a spell. I follow the 411 in the restaurant scene. I know the meanings of the fancy french words. My favorite show is Top Chef. Micheal Voltaggio has my heart, along with Gabriel Rucker (gotta keep it local, too). I try to learn something new about food everyday. Living in a city ripe (pun intended) with extraordinary restaurants makes me giddy. I can't imagine being stuck in a Midwestern town with nothing but Chili's and Red Lobster. My soul would wither away. The funny thing is I am a vegetarian and refuse to eat flesh. Another telling aspect to the conundrum which is my life. Perhaps it is time to venture out. Maybe bacon is the gateway meat. Just sayin'.

Grown Up Vs. Grown Ass...

* Last night was a good reminder of why I am thankful I am a grown up. I have skillz now, not dramaz. Word.

* I apparently look 12. Yes, this was told to me by someone who I would much rather view me as sexy. Hot. Smokin'. Alas, I am "cute". Cute?! What am I 12? Yes, I asked this in return. Their response? "You do look 12 sometimes You have those young features". How, do you suppose, I should interpret that?