Write things that make me happy, daily

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YAY Shawn! (She’s my fave:-)

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The sweet 20-somethings at the concert last night thought I was kidding when I said I’d be 40 this year.

Free tickets to Joe Cocker/Steve Miller and the great time we had

Watching the moon while drinking beer at a bar by the water

_{heeheehee! heeheeheeeeeeeee!}

A four hour nap

Vacuuming and cleaning the kitchen and both bathroom floors. It feels good to take care of the house.

Clean hair

The sarongs I got in Bangkok eight years ago that still look great. I’m thinking of having some more made and making them my default summer look.

My flare is calming down.

_hee!

Not talking to Mr. Man has brought me a lot of peace.

I walked for an hour today even though my b-i-l didn’t and I am in a flare.

The vicodin I got for my concussion a while back still works. (It’s a bad flare.)

I worked on the first two paragraphs of the first chapter of the novel.

My butt is perkier from all this walking.

I got another amazon.com gift certificate.

I set a new panic deadline. If I’m not making sufficient income by October 15th, I can panic all I want. Until then, everything’s fiiiiine.

I know I’ve been an asset at my current job and that they’ll miss me. I plan to offer my services on a contract basis if they have projects with which they need assistance.

My godmother hates chiropractors and I have an interview to be a chiropractic assistant. This is good because it means she’ll push forward with getting me an interview for the church secretary job.

I love the idea of being a church secretary. There’s something perverse about it.

i’m going to Osaka tomorrow! i’m going to Osaka tomorrow!

that’s about it.

but still—i’m going to Osaka tomorrow!!!

the crappy novel i read last week inspired me. it made me think “wow, if this dumb crap got published, then my dumb crap can get published too!”

Luke liked the goodbye song i wrote for him. so did our group of friends.

telling K the truth. having him tell me _{well some semblance of} the truth. being in love with K but not expecting anything in return. at least not for the moment.

cute guy at Mitsui, restoring my faith that cute, nice single guys do exist.

giving said Mitsui guy my number.

the barbecue last week. holy crap.

On this morning’s walk, we saw two nearly grown female mule deer and, more surprising, a large cow. There are cows in the hills around where we live, but this one was on the other side of a park gate, very near the road. He was a beautiful golden red bull, contentedly chewing away and not at all concerned with the hikers and their dog. The dog ignored the cow completely but the hikers looked pretty nervous.

It didn’t take long to update my resume and I’ve got some jobs I’ll apply to tomorrow.

I didn’t cry when talking to Mr. Man tonight. Given my lack of sleep and PMS, this is a major victory.

Xena has taken a shine to me :) I adore her too. Today, as I set out for a morning walk I noticed that I had a teeny-tiny cat shaped shadow! Made me smile.

This Thursday, I am going to see Evil Dead: The Musical! I can’t wait! We got tickets in the non-splatter section and are going to go out for Mexican food beforehand. I feel even more excited about it now that I’ve verified that the guy I’m going with is crystal clear on it not being a date, just a fun night and a cool way to get to know someone who might be a friend. He works with a friend of mine and is apparently very shy, so it’s good for him to get out with no pressure.

the 24-hour diner where my philosophical yet delightfully puerile friends brought me out of a funk.

Yuki making a “dragon face” with toothpicks and attempting to scare the waiter. said waiter trying like hell to maintain a straight face.

Lefty Glasses has started using cheesy little heart icons in his online/text conversations with me _{now if he’d just leave the damn henpecking girl in Tokyo shit would be fantastic ‘cause nothing’s “happening” until he does}

first jam session with Yuki and Saru, scheduled for today. we’re all out of practice. it’s going to rock. horribly.

My sister and I are going away this weekend to the spot up north where we went camping for two weeks every summer when we were kids. This place is full of memories, all of the best kind. I’m so excited!

My hair is long enough to put in a ponytail.

I look great in a ponytail. I’ve gotten some kickass cheekbones in my old age.

A good friend from NC is coming to visit at the end of the month.

A friend in CA texted that he loves me more than a fat kid loves cake. Totally made me laugh.

My grade school class is having a 25th anniversary party. I RSVP’d and went through my grade school yearbooks, grinning like a fool. It turns out that I’ve always been sweet, smart and had a private joke with almost everyone I know. It also reminded me that I’ve never been one to do something because others think it’s a good idea. In 7th grade, every girl but me was on the cheerleading squad (it was a small Catholic school). I remember it was a big deal to them that I didn’t want to join and I was very matter-of-fact about it. I think that’s pretty damn cool, in retrospect. I had to laugh at what little horndogs we were, too. Even more interesting was looking at pics of my mum, who worked in the library. My mom has never seen herself as attractive and she was my mom, so god knows I didn’t. But I looked at these pictures of her in her mid-forties and she’s so pretty! Just a lovely, sweet, very feminine face and a rockin’ bod. Go, Mom! I told the organizer that I will pay good money for an original gym t-shirt from our school. Why? The name. Most. Precious. Blood. You can’t make that shit up. Of course, we said the initials stood for Military Prison Base. Ahhhh, the flood of good memories….