Because I’m Feeling Extra Masochistic Today

me: friend, catch me up on speed dating sometime. happy Sabbath. have a wonderful day
9:41 AM Friend: hey manderton
you should be at church
me: mine starts at 11
Friend: but i guess you are on vacation
me: this is definitely not a vacation
why aren’t you at church?!
Friend: okay, working on your tan
at the beach
is like a job
9:42 AM me: first of all i don’t need to work on my tan. if anyone does, it’s you
Friend: c’mon
white and pasty is in
me: and furry, don’t forget
Friend: duly noted
church for me is at high noon
do need to run to a pec meeting soon
9:43 AM speed dating
it was fast and furious
me: excellent
Friend: i made the rookie error
of not really noting on my card who was who
because, well, i thought i’d remember
ummm, and i didn’t
you know, me with names
me: yeah
Friend: so, i said a yes to everyone
9:44 AM a soft yes
and think that might be troublesome in the end
me: because everyone would have said yes to you, too
Friend: riiiiggggghhhtttt
most of them were of the tallish looking over my head at the other blokes variety
9:45 AM so, i guess i’ll just be the desperate…i’d go out with anyone who will say yes, variety
nothing wrong with that kind of guy btw
of course
me: of course
you lost your chance with this shorty, but we’re okay with that
and you’re not desperate
Friend: a little too short, sadly
9:46 AM me: what’s a girl to do with short genes
ah well
Friend: embrace them
join the circus
there are all kinds of options
you are a great height
a centimeter away from perfect
me: you’re funny
9:47 AM go to pec, dear friend
i have to get ready
Friend: put on that lotion
shoulders burn easily in
me: sunday thoughts only, please
Friend: my bad
have a good sunday
me: 🙂
you too

Wow, y’all. I’m SO not in the mood. I could lay out a bunch of barbed, judgmental statements right now.

But I won’t. It’s Sunday. And I’m trying to get over myself.

Time to get ready.


Good morning, people.

I just finished a book which ended in a little bit of Shakespeare:

Our revels now are ended. These our actors
… were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air …
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples …  dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on.

The Tempest

Stupid Prospero.

Maybe it was just one big party, these past seven years. Stuck on an island,  the world isolated from everything else. And not all parties are glitz and glam, but at times they actually are; they’re fun but then  sometimes even  quite messy and sometimes tense until somebody comes through and breaks things up, but I definitely got to meet a lot of new people and make some really good friends. Those people I’ll always keep close and hold dear, never to forget. Everything else fades, dissolves into the conscious present.

Party’s over. It’s time to wake up and get real.

I hate Shakespeare.

Changes Here

I’m in my pajamas, and I am mostly wide awake.

I went for a run today, and it felt pretty good.

Mom took Jenny and me out to lunch today. That was fun.

The sky is falling. People came out of the woodwork to request my friendship on facebook.

I hung out with friends. It was a lovely evening and we walked around the St. Johns Town Center, and maybe I decided on the computer I’d like to have once I get the money.

 I had the tropical smoothie at the Cheesecake Factory.

Oh, I made a few alterations to the blogroll. I removed and added some links. I also fixed it so if you clicked on a link, it will open in a new window. Goodness knows I wouldn’t want you leaving this page completely. 🙂

I’m gchatting with a friend right now about a church speed dating activity that happened in NYC tonight. Sounded like it was pretty fun.

Now I’m suddenly sleepy. I’ll finish a book then hit the hay.

Plain Truths

I have good friends here in Florida. It’s nice seeing familiar faces and being able to catch up and resume our conversations from years ago.

My family is here. I’m grateful to see them and we spend time together quite regularly, which not everybody gets to do.

My heart, I left it in New York City. I can’t let it go. I knew I’d miss it, but I had no idea it would be so hard.

That is all.