October 9

I’m awake! And I’m at work.

That’s the positive.

I spoke to a customer who went from wanting to get a lawyer and sue us at the beginning of the phone call to loving me and wanting to meet me and buy me lunch. Yeah. I’m that good.

However, being nice is exhausting. It’s easier to be snappy. It’s so easy to be a bitch.

Oh, well. Still smiling.

Filter: Amaro

June 3

The Old Girl thinks of my thigh as a pillow.

Which isn’t a bad thing when there’s a chill in the air.

Filter: Kelvin

May 15

Late night last night.

No, it’s not what you think. I had my jewelry class, and stayed to the end of it, instead of bombing out mid-class. My normal bedtime is 8:30 p.m. I was busy cutting jump rings. I know. It’s not very exciting, but you don’t know me and the Flex shaft. It’s a love-hate relationship.

Anyway, once I got home, I couldn’t fall asleep. Even though I was sleepy. My mind was churning with creativity. I wanted to use my jump rings, dammit.

So me and my big shoulder really didn’t want to wake up today.

But I did.

Filter: 1977

May 5

Sometimes I smile.

Not often, though. It’s much more fun being a bitchy-ass cynic. 🙂

At least I’m not a self-involved pompous aging hipster.

Filter: Lo Fi

April 29

Just in case you were wondering, Latisse works.

I couldn’t have applied mascara a year ago.

Filter: Toaster

April 3

Weather: Sunny, cold, crisp.

Mood: Meh…

Hungry? No. I had a kick ass dinner last night, one I couldn’t finish, so guess what’s for dinner tonight?

Time: Still none-to spare.

Filter: Sutro

Wish: That I was at the Sutro Baths.

March 28

The sky is blue. The sky is blue.

If I tell myself so, it must be.

Too bad I have a different reality once I go outside.

Honest to God, if it doesn’t warm up enough to put the plants outside soon, all I’ll have left is crispy twigs.

And on a similar note, I have one last half pill of Zoloft left. It better get warm soon.

Filter: Mayfair

March 24

Can you believe how quickly this month has flown by?

It’s a true sign of being elderly. When I was a kid, time barely crawled. Hours ached and seconds were excruciating.

Anyway, I’m at work. I’m always at work. I wouldn’t know how to lounge around.

Oops! Phone’s ringing. See you later.

Filter: Amaro