Surfing holiday airline tickets home. It was almost a year ago my friend died. I doubt the sunken feeling of heavy loss will ever subside when back home. Every memory I have being a kid in my childhood neighborhood has him in it. But there will be a new baby in the house to celebrate. Nonetheless, forevermore a bitter sweet homecoming.
While making small talk with this couple in a bar the other night, the girlfriend asked me if I missed it, small town life. Sometimes. I miss being where people take their time. I miss enjoying each other on a wide range scale. But after a while I have to go... somewhere, anywhere, else.
Friends just returned from Europe. So jealous. Wish I could have gone with them but so couldn't afford it with the upcoming holidays and (hopefully) Paris in April/May.
I'm off Thursday and Saturday. Think I'll go to the Getty. Yvonne Rainer has a dance and film exhibit. And I'm somewhat interested in seeing the film 'The Drop'.
Yup on my period.
Ends Saturday. Maybe by then I'll be in the mood for something more exciting than a movie.
Just so [not] into it. Or "Bored" as my friends in Vegas say.
It's funny receiving daily emails from match.com. "There are 20 members interested meeting you!" Awesome! Because when filling out my profile I think I got as far as "Asian female seeking... "
I quit filling it out after that because I realized if anyone was ever going to take me serious I would need a better profile name than "manmilker" or "comeypussy10x". But then again 20 members a day want to meet me, so...
Yaaaaaay.
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