| i charitably gave away the last thing that made me happy...
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| i've come to the conclusion that unfortunately some people are just f'in idiots.
it's unfortunate for them, but perhaps even more unfortunate for the individuals that have to deal with them.
gawd.
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| it's awfully quiet here without my dog... and since i had extra time on my hands this week (aside from the 100 projects i should be working on) it felt even more quiet, boring and empty in my apt. perhaps it's a good thing i'll be starting back on surgery on monday because this silence and boredom is starting to get quite depressing.  blah.
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| i'd like to remain 30 for the rest of my life because:
1. the insecurities that plague you in your teens and twenties have faded away.
2. you've stopped giving a shit about what others think and are more confident in what you think.
3. but at the same time you haven't lost your sense of decency yet.
3. you've had 30 years to figure out how to play this game called life...
4. and now you've found some direction and purpose in the game, and perhaps even some meaning as well.
5. you still have some pep in your step.
6. you still have your looks and nothing is saggy. AND you can still get away with wearing mini skirts and other risque fashion pieces without making yourself and others barf.
7. your family is on the most part still alive and well and now you can start giving back.
8. you've developed a more solid definition of what friends are and you know who fits this definition and who doesn't.
9. you can be simultaneously realistic and hopeful about the future.
10. and you can still be single without people being concerned/pitying you just yet.
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| so i'm really going for surgery... i guess i gotta sleep now while i still can (clarification: i'm not getting surgery done, i'm going to be doing surgery!)
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