My anxiety has manifested into cardboard boxes. I must have 4 dozen or more in here. Probably more. I broke down all the small boxes and put them in the big boxes. Now the big boxes are so heavy I have trouble picking them up. Continue reading Boxed In
The thing most people asked about with me moving to Seattle was, “Doesn’t it rain a lot there?” Continue reading Pouring
Ladies, to increase the chance of oral sex try keeping your pubic hair neat and trimmed.
Gents – same as above but replace the phrase “of oral sex” with “that I’ll even look at it”.
Thank you.
In this strange world of open relationships and unlimited spots for first dates, I can lose focus on lessons I’ve already learned. It’s easy to get swept away in the thrill of romance and promise of support. In less than three weeks, dating went from fun to overwhelming. Each action I chose seemed to steer me farther from my confidence. It’s like my wires were crossed and I kept mistaking flattery for friendship. So yesterday I went out with an honest-to-gawd friend.
A rarity on in general, I located a local person who knew me before all this change made me shiny and new. That alone is a treasure. But this is someone from my past that I actually LIKE. That’s almost unheard of. I spent the whole day with someone that doesn’t judge anything about me and it was refreshing. Like a cool breeze in a desert full of strangers I rediscovered my joy at how far I’ve come. Nothing better than a surprise witness to shock the system.
I go forward with a more solid sense of self. I’m not sure what “dating” is these days. I want to explore the idea because meeting new people is fun. I’ve been watching this dance for many years now and I know the red flags. I’m a strong, proud woman with a little girl inside that’s far, far away from home. In a way… I’m still shocked they allow me into the state, let alone fraternizing with the natives.
Today, my incredibly sparse Facebook news feed surged with supportive messages incorporating pictures of dogs.
Who’s about to die?
When everything goes better than you could have hoped.
The biggest luxury of my new apartment is the air conditioning. Not the fancy compressor kind. Seattle itself is a swamp cooler, especially on the underground side. All I brought is the fan. The whole apartment is a breezy 62° at all times. Having an entire separate room to sleep in – lap of luxury that I’m in – allows me to keep a permanently warm 75° den for just my bed, my clothes and my cats. It’s an interesting environmental duality. Gives me endless choices when it comes to yoga. Continue reading Conditioned Air
A movie that oddly reminds me of Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead, one of my unconditional favorites from childhood. Great casting. Stars a pretty Russian girl. Snappy directing style. Excellent music direction. I can relate to the entire plight. And, of course, it involves high school.
Has me giggling like a maniac. Totally worth it for the last 20 minutes alone. It’s like Rudy at the Miracle On Ice wrapped up in Napoleon Dynamite.
Since I’ve been in Seattle, I’ve managed to get laid twice and not lose my independence. I think mostly just to see if I could. I view myself as somewhat asexual these days, so it’s always a surprise when someone wants that sort of thing from me. I tried to play coy for a few days but my desire for orgasms is very real. I figure why not have some fun, right? My misguided motivation is probably why things didn’t shape up that well. Sort of like instant karma. Continue reading Bad Sex