Entries for January, 2007
Recap:2006 Posted at 05:13 PM I really didn't blog much in 2006 did I? Ah, but there were lots of highs and lows in that year. Lets recap, shall we? January February March April May June July August September October November December And that's that. Hope to blog more this year :) |

Not a Pack Rat. Posted at 04:08 PM "How much music do you have?" he asks me. "Oh, about 809 songs" I replied. "Really?" He doesn't believe me. "I've got over 3900!" I happen to be a minimalist. Anything I haven't used or listened to or looked at in a while, gets deleted. That's why my little desktop computer has about 60 gigs of space, but I haven't ever filled it up. I'm all about the here and now. Certain things I will hang on to - old projects, important papers, letters, ticket stubs, emails - but mostly everything else gets thrown away. I've always liked the idea of taking with you what you really need. Okay, so ticket stubs I don't really need. But the ticket stub from when my family and I went to the top of the World Trade Center observatories is still sitting in a little tin box in the third drawer of my dresser at home. And it makes for an interesting conversation piece. My memory is good enough to store everything in. (And perhaps a blog ;D ) I did the photo thing years ago, but never looked at any of the pictures I took once I took them, so I stopped. I also used to log every instant message conversation, until I realized I was never going to read over them again, unless I was trying to be anal to prove a point, and stopped that too. Why is it that so many people hang on to so much stuff? What does it matter, and what is it all for? Once the fleeting moment has passed, can we ever truly capture the essence or meaning of it again? |

Once a Month. Posted at 04:21 PM Once every month my skin rebels against my face. It bubbles up in the form of little bumps around my forehead and temples. Once a month I become very emotional and wishy washy, wanting to take offense at every comment, and wishing cry at everything. Once a month my belly swells up, as if to undo the previous 30 days of working out. Once a month chocolate becomes a necessity - I need it to get me through the day, and if it's not mine, I will still steal it from you. Once a month I feel awful and sluggish, it takes all the effort in the world to drag myself out of my cozy comfy bed to brace myself against the perils of the day. Once a month I wish I was a guy, so I wouldn't have to deal with all of these feminine difficulties. |



