bye bye baby.

kissing my freedom goodbye.

i interviewed for a job yesterday and today i accepted an offer. i have a tentative start date of early june. which gives me another couple weeks of freedom…and that leads me to my next thought.

when dating someone wouldn’t it be great if right before things got serious, you had a tentative relationship start date?

should the relationship blossom into a forever type situation, there is usually a period of time when you think, ‘i’ll never have a first kiss again’ or ‘i’ll never experience butterflies or school girl giggles again’ or ‘this is the LAST person i will EVER have s-e-x with…’

in my proposed scenario, you’d be allowed a few weeks in which to sow wild oats, sample other flavors, or just spend some time with your friends…and then once that time period was over, you’d be fully committed. and relationship ready! (allegedly)

something to think about. (and no, i’m not serious. not totally anyway.)

or perhaps you should keep yourself quarantined from the dating world unless you’re ready to make a commitment (should the right person come along…)

while you ponder that, i’ll be saying ‘toodles’ to my carefree life and settling back into the land of timecards and commuting.

look out, corporate america ~ bootsy’s back!

who’s your daddy?

my head is spinning. i have become enamored with an unlikely mentor. papa hemingway has spent the better part of my morning capturing my heart.

when i was at hemingway’s house i bought a few books. the one i am currently reading is ‘ernest hemingway on writing’…and i’m surprised to find that his thoughts & mine are often the same. i have great respect for old ernest & his crafty ability, but i never anticipated sharing so many similar thoughts with a perpetually drunk misogynist. perhaps i should’ve been born a male?

some gems from old e:

‘writing is something that you can never do as well as it can be done. it is a perpetual challenge and it is more difficult than anything else that i have ever done-so i do it. and it makes me happy when i do it well.’ (i think i said this exact thing last night…and reiterated it this morning)

‘do you suffer when you write? i don’t at all. suffer like a bastard when don’t write, or just before and feel empty and fucked out afterwards. but never feel as good as while writing.’ (it’s like he pulled the thoughts right out of my head)

‘there is no future in anything. i hope you agree. that is why i like it at a war. every day and every night there is a strong possibility that you will get killed and not have to write. i have to write to be happy whether i get paid for it or not. but it is a hell of a disease to be born with. i like to do it. which is even worse. that makes it even worse. that makes it from a disease into a vice. then i want to do it better than anybody has ever done it which makes it into an obsession. an obsession is terrible. hope you haven’t gotten any. that’s the only one I’ve got left.’ (this is the one that cemented my love for my dear ernest. i couldn’t have said it better myself…though i shall try.)

chop wood, carry water.

sometimes it’s hard to find the grace in things.

maybe you lost your job?

maybe your aunt passed away?

maybe your boyfriend broke up with you on the same day as the funeral?

maybe your mom has a tumor on her spinal cord and needs surgery?

maybe you don’t get to stay at the disneyland hotel for your pretty pretty princess party?

maybe zac efron STILL hasn’t called?

maybe ALL these things happened to you…and maybe you’re still smiling. because at the end of the day you know that without a job or relationship to define you, you get to come back to basics. you get to rediscover who you are. and what you love. and that’s where the real grace of the situation lies: self-discovery. and growth. (not taller though, i WISH!)

so, the next time you feel like the hits just keep coming (and they will), focus on the grace in the situation. and i promise you, you’ll crack a smile.

truth is, there’s beauty in the breakdown & if you’re lucky (like i am), you’ll end up with an even foxier date to your best friend’s wedding!

congrats leslie ann!

just wanted to wish an official CONGRATULATIONS to one of my favorite pals, leslie.

she’s the 2010 bone rock girl. for those of you who don’t know what that means, join the club!

apparently, she’s a pretty big deal. all i know is: she’s pretty, a great friend, a pain in the ass, and TONS OF FUN!

love you, leslie!

p.s. don’t call her lezzzlie. it’s lesssslie, with an S.
p.p.s. don’t take her shopping on melrose with you. you’ll both spend $80 on a lara croft style belt that you’ll never ever wear.