Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
GOOD night.
I am home with nothing to do tonight for the first time in six days. And I can't tell you how awesome this is. Well...wait...yes I can...watch:
Pam and Jim are getting married. Chuck made turkey tacos, nobody's saying anything about how bad my feet stink, and the wine is really good tonight. Those are all amazing reasons to be alive as far as I'm concerned. If you disagree, I hope we never meet. And if we have, we're not friends anymore.
There's just something about having a ton of things to do that make a night of langorious tv watching sooooo indulgent. And I don't know if we've met before, but my name's AK, and I'm a glutton. So, yeah, tonight, me and a whooooooooole lot of procrastination = a goood goddamn night. And on that note, I've decided that writing a blog post is way too damn productive for this evening.
Have a good one.
Pam and Jim are getting married. Chuck made turkey tacos, nobody's saying anything about how bad my feet stink, and the wine is really good tonight. Those are all amazing reasons to be alive as far as I'm concerned. If you disagree, I hope we never meet. And if we have, we're not friends anymore.
There's just something about having a ton of things to do that make a night of langorious tv watching sooooo indulgent. And I don't know if we've met before, but my name's AK, and I'm a glutton. So, yeah, tonight, me and a whooooooooole lot of procrastination = a goood goddamn night. And on that note, I've decided that writing a blog post is way too damn productive for this evening.
Have a good one.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
...there you are...
I realized this week that blogging is a lot harder to do when you're trying to hide it from your husband. This isn't my first blog, I had one all throughout law school. I really enjoyed the catharsis of getting all of my rage out onto a page, and having a very very few close and overly supportive friends, read it. But, eventualy, I graduated, and my law school blog lost even my interest, and I eventually just stopped blogging all together. Once I stopped, I tried to ignore the blog, but late night drunk reading and re-reading of my posts became so unbearably embarrasing that I took it down.
So, I've decided to get back into it, and every day last week, I would come home from work...okay, FINE, I would come home drunk from happy hour...and sit down on the couch with the laptop. And my husband would watch the screen and try to read along to whatever it was I was typing. And it was unbearable. I couldn't even get a word to pop into my brain much less, to communicate a topic of interest from my brain to my fingertips. How ironic that in 7 years of Yoga class I've never actually managed to "clear all of the words from my brain...make it a completely empty space" but the one day all I want to do is talk, I'm slammed in the face with namaste.
So, I've decided to take my blogging elsewhere. And, here is where I will meet you.
So, I've decided to get back into it, and every day last week, I would come home from work...okay, FINE, I would come home drunk from happy hour...and sit down on the couch with the laptop. And my husband would watch the screen and try to read along to whatever it was I was typing. And it was unbearable. I couldn't even get a word to pop into my brain much less, to communicate a topic of interest from my brain to my fingertips. How ironic that in 7 years of Yoga class I've never actually managed to "clear all of the words from my brain...make it a completely empty space" but the one day all I want to do is talk, I'm slammed in the face with namaste.
So, I've decided to take my blogging elsewhere. And, here is where I will meet you.
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