Thursday, February 26, 2009

oh, folio

I love the Folio, NE Florida's alternative news source and entertainment guide. Sometimes I'll leave my house on a Tuesday night just to find the Folio, and curl up on the couch to read it cover to cover. The best part is the personals, especially the "I Saw U" section. I can only hope they are real. It makes me so much happier about Jacksonville's sense of humor. Here's a particularly great one from this week:

Mr. BoJangles
You: walking down Beach Blvd. with a friend, Bojangles box in hand. So sexy with your greasy chicken lips. Me: driving and drooling in a Black Lexus. I want you to butter my biscuits. Can I give you a ride?

Seriously? I love it. It reminds me of one of my all-time favorite movies, Ghost World. If you've never seen it, stop what you're doing and NetFlix it immediately! You can thank me later.

The Folio also has horoscopes. Like I've blogged before, I'm not big on horoscopes, but for some reason, this one just hit me. Scorpio, schmorpio ... but it's hauntingly familiar:

The world is once again falling deeply in love with you. Let's hope this time (unlike the last two), you'll accept its adoration in the spirit in which it is given. Let's hope that if the world offers you the moon, the dawn and the breeze, you won't reject these gifts and say what you really wanted was a comet, the sunset and a pie in the sky. There'd be nothing sadder than seeing the world suffer yet another case of unrequited love.


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

if you love me...

you should tell me,

because I'm just the kind of girl who needs to hear it.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

I know I don't...

keep my house particularly clean
have a good reason for being late to work so often
really need to spend the whole day watching tv
check my voicemail
want to keep gaining back these 5 pounds
always enjoy my job
read books like I used to
shave my legs every day, or even every other day
budget effectively every month
communicate with my parents
like any variation on the word breasts except boobs
particularly have the best taste in music
call the people I miss the most
or always tell the truth,

but I still think I'm pretty cool.

Monday, February 16, 2009

I suddenly

have very little to say anymore.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

a list

These are the current things I am over analyzing:

1. What is worse - meeting someone you spark with but being totally incompatible? meeting someone you are totally compatible with but not sparking? or giving up the hope that you will never get both in one package?

2. How did I get to be such a loner? When did I stop letting people get close to me? Have I been living by myself for too long? Am I going to turn into my weird, anti-social, elitist co-worker with whom I was desperately in love with and then devastatingly crushed by?

3. Is it a good thing not to cry as much as I used to? On one hand, yes, because it was kind of interfering with work. On the other hand, no, because I feel a pent up emotion that I can't release. Is it my drugs?

4. Did I over extend myself this year? I currently have 3 paying gigs (teaching, assistant athletic directing, tutoring); 2 major volunteer commitments (Montreat and People to People); 2 bridesmaid obligations (Marcia and Jenni); a family (who I never get to see); friends (who I have to fit in); a dog (with a 14 year old arthritis-stricken pair of legs); a cat (with the need to destroy my house); a latin lover (who I don't know if I actually love yet); an ex-boyfriend (who wants me to hold his hand while he gets over me); the dream of going back to graduate school (if I can ever pick a degree); a mortgage (with a growing stack of bills); and oh yeah, the job of taking care of me.

5. Am I old? Was that a grey hair or just a really, really, really blond highlight? When did those wrinkles under my eyes get there? Is it the result of sun damage or age? If I feel like I look so much older, why do people still think I'm 16?

No wonder I can't sleep.