Fever Dream...

...cause that's the song i'm listening to.

what an interesting (maybe?) turn of events.

i have two odd looking sores (bites?) on my arms that are mirror images of each other. leprosy?

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re: american idol...i like that adorable like allison girl and adam lambert. who looks like an elf but can wail nonetheless.





someone offer me a position as lead singer of a band. please. pleasepleaseplease.

i had a bummer moment and then i listened to a song that i haven't in the longest time. i drew a fair amount of comfort from.

when everything is lonely
i can be my own best friend
i get a coffee and the paper
have my own conversations

with the sidewalks and the pigeons
and my window reflections...
the mask i polish in the morning
by the evening looks like...

Stupid BC

i was quite excited all day yesterday.
today i'm sad...
....well sad for a few minutes then happy for a few minutes.

i do not like busy season.
i do not want to take the cpa exam.

i don't know if what i'm doing, career-wise, is what i'm supposed to be doing.
i only got an accounting degree cause everyone said i'd be able to get a good job right out of college.
and i did.
i just don't know if i see myself in an accounting-related field...especially not public accounting. my poor, lesion-infested body can't take too many more busy seasons.

i don't even know where to begin finding out what i should be doing with my life...

i don't think i'm one of those people that just has opportunities fall in their laps...


on the bright side, my brother is getting married. we're just all growing up so fast...

Clarify

allow me to clarify something.

i do love my husband very much. and he loves me. yet we don't find it necessary to post such things all over facebook/blogs/various websites. maybe it's because it has always irritated me when other people did it...or maybe it's because we're both fairly private about our feelings for each other.

regardless, the fact that i do not find it necessary to say mushy-gushy sweet nothings all over the interweb does not mean that i love him any less than those that flaunt their undying, one-of-a-kind, special, unique, extraordinary, stupendous, amazing, mind-boggling love allllll over my facebook homepage. and i have nothing against those that do. i just wanted to say this in case somewhere out there, somebody had the misconceived notion that our love must not be real because it's kept to ourselves.

my firm is having a valentine's day poem contest. maybe i have enough creative juices left in my sick, worn body to formulate some witty words of winsome.

maybe i'll win some.




Currently Listening: (because blogspot doesn't have this function)
"on your wings" - iron & wine