Monday, March 06, 2006
Thinking
Yes, that's what I've been doing. Thinking. Hard.
And then, sometimes I have not been thinking.
Let me clarify.
At some point in the past, I think the week before last, I went to Atlanta. Then I came back from Atlanta and immediately embarked on the longest, crappiest work-a-thon ever. It was called Mardi Gras in Mobile, and I lost a great deal of faith in humanity after watching a girl pour marinara sauce over herself and parmesan and red pepper on the floor of the restaurant where I work. During this period, it was really best not to think too much, just drink three Rockstar energy drinks and go about my business like an automaton.
Then, I started thinking. I started thinking about my novel that has been sitting dormant for I don't want to say how long. About all of those big plans I have for writing projects that have been on a back burner. And about the fact that I work six days and five nights a week. And that I only have three pairs of shoes, clearly an inadequite number.
The answer? I turned in my resignation as massage therapist at a chiropractic office where I have been practicing for three years. I applied at a really nice restaurant for night shifts, and probably came across as crazy because of all the follow-up I've done.
Last night, I started thinking about writing a romance novel, just for the hell of it. I would set it in the circus. The only thing is, I would have to put something romantic on, like, every page, and I don't know if I have that much stored-up romance. I would have to get really creative. High-wire sex scene? Maybe.
Basically, I am doing some life restructuring, which has sapped every bit of mental energy I ever had.
On an upnote, I have a birthday coming up. One of my new year's resolutions was not to talk about my birthday so much, because I usually start handing out shopping lists a month beforehand and call my family the night before, just to make sure they won't forget. I tried to restrain myself, but it hasn't worked out so well. All I want for my birthday are
1)shoes
and 2) Gorilla Racks.
Behold the unmitigated beauty of the Gorilla Rack. It's storage powers are absolute and unwavering, and I sure do love adjectives.
And then, sometimes I have not been thinking.
Let me clarify.
At some point in the past, I think the week before last, I went to Atlanta. Then I came back from Atlanta and immediately embarked on the longest, crappiest work-a-thon ever. It was called Mardi Gras in Mobile, and I lost a great deal of faith in humanity after watching a girl pour marinara sauce over herself and parmesan and red pepper on the floor of the restaurant where I work. During this period, it was really best not to think too much, just drink three Rockstar energy drinks and go about my business like an automaton.
Then, I started thinking. I started thinking about my novel that has been sitting dormant for I don't want to say how long. About all of those big plans I have for writing projects that have been on a back burner. And about the fact that I work six days and five nights a week. And that I only have three pairs of shoes, clearly an inadequite number.
The answer? I turned in my resignation as massage therapist at a chiropractic office where I have been practicing for three years. I applied at a really nice restaurant for night shifts, and probably came across as crazy because of all the follow-up I've done.
Last night, I started thinking about writing a romance novel, just for the hell of it. I would set it in the circus. The only thing is, I would have to put something romantic on, like, every page, and I don't know if I have that much stored-up romance. I would have to get really creative. High-wire sex scene? Maybe.
Basically, I am doing some life restructuring, which has sapped every bit of mental energy I ever had.
On an upnote, I have a birthday coming up. One of my new year's resolutions was not to talk about my birthday so much, because I usually start handing out shopping lists a month beforehand and call my family the night before, just to make sure they won't forget. I tried to restrain myself, but it hasn't worked out so well. All I want for my birthday are
1)shoes
and 2) Gorilla Racks.
Behold the unmitigated beauty of the Gorilla Rack. It's storage powers are absolute and unwavering, and I sure do love adjectives.
// posted by Amethyst Vineyard @ 5:05 PM 
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may I suggest an erotic vignette involving cotton candy?
For your romance novel, not your birthday. Or whatever. Shoes! Shoes! Shoes!
For your romance novel, not your birthday. Or whatever. Shoes! Shoes! Shoes!
Yesterday, I bought a pair of Steve Madden wedges with black ties that lace up your leg. They are awesome. Shoes!
Cotton Candy can be sexy. I'm almost sure of it.
Yes, I will break your heart, over and over again.
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Cotton Candy can be sexy. I'm almost sure of it.
Yes, I will break your heart, over and over again.
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