Tick Tock....Tick Tock....Tick Tock.
Ive been here since 12 pm and it is now 4:30 and I honestly feel like Ive done about 2 important tasks in my job today. Slowest. Day. Ever.
With 2 hours remaining til I gain my freedom again, I begin to wonder that despite how bored I am, I get paid. And that doesn't bother me one bit.
Besides, why do we work?? For the money. I have a job to keep me busy, yes, but primarily I have a job to shop. Shop Shop Shop Shop Shop!!!!!
I never wanted to declare myself a "shopaholic" but sadly I'm beginning to think I am so. I am absolutely losing it with this recession!! This whole" save your money for any need" is crazy. And as I am a mature person I completely understand. But just like getting over a drug addiction...I am having nasty with drawls. UGH! I neeeeeed to buy shoes! Shoes in every shape and color! A purse, a few dresses and jewelry as well, please.
I'm going to be OK. For I know that this is only temporary. This will pass. And soon I will be shopping my wallet off. Yes....I will.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
It's a girl thing
Today I wished I was a boy.
I went to a public restroom and I wished I could pee standing up, just like a boy.
My hair was a mess and a half and I wished I didn't have to do it in order to look good, just like a boy.
I plucked my eyebrows and it hurt so bad my eyes watered I wished I didn't have to do my eyebrows just like a boy.
Sure thing I could do all these things just like a boy (well except peeing standing up) but then who'd want to date me, or even be my friend?? Personal appearance is very important. I don't care how much people debate on that topic and oppose it. We are being judged everyday by the way we looked, even the strangers we cross paths with....they judge us. So of course i could live it up easy, just like a boy, and not give a damn about what I do or what I look like. But I don't want to.
So it hit me, I don't wish I was a boy. I like being a girl. A pretty girl. A girl that does her hair an make up every morning, wears painful high heels and tight little black dresses. A girl that suffers PMS and cramps. It has its ups and its downs but at the end of the day I couldn't be happier being a girl, the girl I am now.
I went to a public restroom and I wished I could pee standing up, just like a boy.
My hair was a mess and a half and I wished I didn't have to do it in order to look good, just like a boy.
I plucked my eyebrows and it hurt so bad my eyes watered I wished I didn't have to do my eyebrows just like a boy.
Sure thing I could do all these things just like a boy (well except peeing standing up) but then who'd want to date me, or even be my friend?? Personal appearance is very important. I don't care how much people debate on that topic and oppose it. We are being judged everyday by the way we looked, even the strangers we cross paths with....they judge us. So of course i could live it up easy, just like a boy, and not give a damn about what I do or what I look like. But I don't want to.
So it hit me, I don't wish I was a boy. I like being a girl. A pretty girl. A girl that does her hair an make up every morning, wears painful high heels and tight little black dresses. A girl that suffers PMS and cramps. It has its ups and its downs but at the end of the day I couldn't be happier being a girl, the girl I am now.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Couch Bum
It is incredible how tricky the mind is. I loathe the way my life has taken turn yet I am not doing one single thing in order to change it. Instead I find my self sitting here with the TV on, with my Laptop on and the Megan Fox issue of Nylon Magazine thinking, why isn't my life a tad more interesting. Well the bulb went on when I decided I envy Alexa Chung, and every girl issued on the "It Girl" section of the magazine.
Yes I know, my dream is to have a glamorous job in NYC, having my own event planning company, working for Vogue and hosting a TV show, and it is a rather upscale dream, and maybe that's why I am disappointed with what i have now. But it just suddenly hit me that this glamour life i dream of can't and will not happen if i sit here on this fine brown leather couch staring at the TV.
I have NO idea what I'm going to do next. But as of now all I know is that I'm gonna stop wishing because this isn't the Wizard of Oz, and i don't have magic ruby slippers to grant me a wish. So the next step is unknown, but all I am sure of is that I am taking a step.
Yes I know, my dream is to have a glamorous job in NYC, having my own event planning company, working for Vogue and hosting a TV show, and it is a rather upscale dream, and maybe that's why I am disappointed with what i have now. But it just suddenly hit me that this glamour life i dream of can't and will not happen if i sit here on this fine brown leather couch staring at the TV.
I have NO idea what I'm going to do next. But as of now all I know is that I'm gonna stop wishing because this isn't the Wizard of Oz, and i don't have magic ruby slippers to grant me a wish. So the next step is unknown, but all I am sure of is that I am taking a step.
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