okay...so I haven't written in a while...
my computer's fried. I'm on Brian's shiny new iBook.
I was jealous of it at first...kinda like...awwww...I want that. Then it was more like, why didn't he just get a pair of them? (geez...what was I on?) but he's gracious enough for me to borrow it sometimes, so it's all happy-like and stuff. It's kinda tough for me to type on, so I'm bound to make lots of mistakes. So I have my Palm...which just pales in comparision to this toy, but it's nifty that it fits in my pocket...and it fits in my...you guessed it...palm.
I have a new job downstairs from our world domination/creative department headquarters. It's wonderful. It's forced me to be a little more of an adult which is the puch in the right direction that I needed for a few years now. Grown-up clothes, it's amazing how much differently people will treat you when you're dressed slightly better. Unfortunately, this new job has caused me to want all sorts of things that I've never wanted before...like Vera Bradley bags. (if you don't know, you're probally a better person for it.) Mariposa napkin holders...(they're silver cocks...) and more scented items than you could shake a fish stick at. I guess on the outside it may look like I'm leaning towards a more "socialite" side...a little more grounded and well...little miss yuppie 2002...now listen, there's nothing wrong with that. I haven't lost my sense of humor...adventure...trying new things...but you can't wander all the time. Sometimes you have to come home, re-enter civilization. Just because you dress nicely doesn't mean you can't get dirty. (take that any way you will.)
I've discovered within the past week or so everyone has a mission in life. A purpose you could say. Everyone is good at SOMETHING whether it has a positive or negative impact on their microcosm. I like to think that I'm surrounded by people who are positively suited to society...whether they know it or not...they all have something to contribute to those around them. Sometimes what they offer is self-sacraficing...but that is part of their gift.
Ahhh...before I start running into cliches I better wrap this up.
My back hurts and I must sleep someday.
