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Notes to Self
I swear that I was writing notes to myself before it became “vogue”.
Reminders, little observations of my own stupidity that I had to ammend for my future progress, etc etc.
Shopping lists, errands lists, return phone call lists, etc.
If you’ve read me before than you know how much I adore a list and the visceral little satisfaction that comes from scritching off an item on my various nefarious lists.
Here I present to you some recent Notes to Self.
#1. Remember to believe in your own fabulousity without failing to embrace your own dorkitude. It’s what makes a gal human. Had i my 2X20 at SXSW, that’s what I’d say is real. Folks desperately need to recognize their shivvery brilliant potential while embracing without criticism their innate humanity, their flaws, and gorgeous scars that create an experience that is fiercely human, and all the same utterly holy. That, my friends, is what is real. Say it with me folks.
“I believe in my own fabulosity. I embrace my dorkitude.”
#2. Remember boundaries when it comes to emotional disclosure, whether it is with friends, online, or with family etc. Not everyone wants to hear your brain throw up all the time. And sometimes what your brain throws up is stinky. Stop once in a while.
#3. Stop day dreaming like a little twit. It will not help crush subject to be any more available, and it makes you look like an idjit.Especially when you start humming and moaning. (Kidding. Sorta.)
#4. Stop inheriting bad habits from your parents. Most recently notable would be my inheritance of poor laundry techniques from my mother. Spilling bleach into my “whites” load that had my blue & white striped sheets in it, now makes it appear as if my pillowcases wrestled wwf style with Jerry Garcia. And lost. Badly.
#5. Be fearless with flirting back. A male subject, not the crush subject, but the raver boy subject, has recently invited me on a date to Napa. Hoo hah.Of course he may not be nearly as interesting off the drugs as he appeared on them, but hey, it’s Napa. Though I am mighty mighty skeptical about the potential “you complete me” hoo hah potential of this feller. Still, a trip to Napa is a trip to Napa. And ya’all know how much I dig my vino.
#6. Remember that you will be a *professional* again in a scant few weeks. Yeah folks, I start my new job on the 18th and have to start remembering to get to bed before midnight. And definitely *NOT* blog at 3:40 AM. Woops. Shit.
#7. Stop putting yourself in situations that torture you. Hottubbing with a hot, gay, man, while utterly delightful, fun, and charmingly refreshing, if done on a frequent basis, will cause you to cry bitterly into your jerry-garcia-bleach-tye-dyed pillow while muffling a cry of “Why Gawd.. why do you tease me so”
I swear, if I believed in reincarnation (which I’m not really supposed to as a Catholic) then I was a fabu gay man in my last life and will be so again in my next life.
Seriously though, I hung out with Philo just to help him dye his hair. We hopped in the hot tub after to chill and giggle.
Funny, that particular bikini that I wore has never seen beach or pool action, but only hot tubs. Why is it that I’m always hot tubbing with unavailable men?
First the married diplomat (who bought me the bikini to go hottubbing) the second with fabulous gay man. Cursed bikini. Wonder if I should take it to SXSW to use at our hotel..hrmmm…
BTW, If you’re capable, help support a brilliant lesbian with her sxsw adventures. Bertie’s got a SXSW strippers & beer paypal fund up & running. Throw a few bucks in and I’ll hop in a hot tub with Bertie & take pictures.
*grin*
#8. Note to self. Remember that am straight. Woops.
#9. Remember to call father regularly so that he will think that his horrible daughter who is both stupid and ugly (expressed sarcastically always, between dad to daughter and back again) has not caused much trouble over the past week and the energy crises, and the arms race have not been unduly affected by her odd habits, general clumsiness, or curiosity.
#10. Be thankful. For life, indeed, is quite good.
Peace out folks.
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