melodrama does not become me.

Am allowed to accept bad news, even though I know I'm supposed to fall to pieces?
I'm tired of having to give dramatic displays of uncontrollable emotion just to prove I care.
Truth is, I do care a lot but I can only go up or down so far and I think I like myself just as I am.
Maybe if I was an artist or six years old I would gleefully pursue bi-polar disorder or rages followed by severe depression.

Cake or Death


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New Suit

Monster pushed me to go clothes shopping last weekend and I now have a new basic black suit and the lowest black pumps I could find. Unfortunately for my mother it is a two piece, jacket and trousers, with no skirt. If I can locate a long black skirt in the same style by the manufacturer I'll buy it. But the suit is a good one, in a simple streamlined style that won't go out of fashion too quickly. It's at the neighborhood alterations shop now being hemmed in the legs and sleeves. And I am promising myself that I'll lose 5 pounds of holiday weight.

I wish I lived in Paris. I'd be in much better shape physically if I did from walking much more and eating better.

All American fast food is evil and hard to avoid because it's so cheap... and fast.

You Are a Liberal for Life

You've got a bleeding heart - and you're proud of it. For you, liberal means being compassionate, pro-government, and anti-business. You believe in equality for every person, and you consider yourself universally empathetic. Helping others is not just political for you ... it's very personal too.

What political persuasion are you?

Happy 2005

New Years Eve was spent at the home of Joy and Cam in Grant Park eating, sitting by the fire, and taking part in a white elephant re-gifting exchange. Some people call these exchanges "dirty Santa". Everyone puts a re-wrapped package under the tree and draws numbers for their turn to pick one of the mystery packages out from under the tree. Those who have already picked a gift can swop/swipe the gift of the latest person to open a package. I came out of the exchange very well with a box of fine chocolates, which I was sure would be swiped before the gift exchange's end. I kept trying to make it seem less attractive to others saying things like "oh, these look really waxy" until the actual anonymous treat-giver felt compelled to tell me that I had a box of fine Belgium chocolates. I didn't know I was that convincing.

New Years Day was mostly spent in Smyrna again with my family eating the required meal of greens and blackeyed peas.