fuzzy edges

The feeling when you've been napping too much. You wake, and look around; spots and fuzzy edges. My brain has been napping for so long, the world has taken on this look, and I'm scared it's permanent. Moments that may be exciting or joyful are tempered by this lens and I start to feel numb. Out of body. Looking at myself and others and life as if an observer, calmy noting the markers of the day.

7:00 am - Get up, excited for coffee, blast some music and dance around to get myself 'pumped' for the day.
7:30 am- Get dressed. Wear new shoes today. Yay.
8:00 am- Decide wheather it will be a Starbucks day today or not.
8:30 am- Get to work, check Facebook, Google blogger, and various other sites for a couple of hours.
10:30 am- Coffee break, a chance for my new shoes to go for a walk.
12:00pm- Lunch time- read my magazine and decide wheather I should ditch work for the afternoon or not.
12:00 - 4:00 pm- Either work from home (ie. watch a movie and keep email open) or go shopping/errands and hope that I don't get any emails- usually I don't.

And they pay me a ridiculous amount to do this. I just asked my boss for more work, and she kind of laughed. What kind of alternative universe is this? Fuzzy edges and all.

Also had a FML moment last night. Blind date, arrived early - where a very hot, very my type bartender served me a drink. We probably would have struck up a conversation, had my yucky, eventually obnoxious date not shown up.

Three things since my last post that have, surprisingly, made me happy:
1. Army & Navy Annual Shoe sale. THE premier sports event for shoe aficionados like myself. Momma got herself 6 new pairs of shoes. Yay!
2. Reuniting with friend I hooked up with who made it awkward for three months after. We had beers, talked philosophy, Ayn Rand- it was lovely.
3. Rediscovering how sticky green gets me motivated to clean house, and feel really good about it.

clothes whore

It's a well known fact that I am a MAJOR clothing whore. Everytime I open my closet, something falls on me. Sometimes, it's something I've haven't seen in a while, and it gives me the opportunity to rediscover it's greatness, or wonder why the hell I would wear something like that it the first place. Oftentimes, it's more of an ambigous feeling. Like, maybe I'll wear it again, most likely not, but I probably need someone to come pry it out of my hands.

Today, I rediscovered a skirt I hadn't worn in about 9 months. It's like getting back together with an ex boyfriend. At first, it's shiny and sweet and why the hell haven't I worn this/done this in so long. Then you wake up with his hairy snoring fat beer belly in the morning, try to mitigate the regret with a nice breakfast and then he, the lazy ass that he is, sticks around till 2 pm playing wii and grunting. I still haven't passed such harsh judgement on the skirt, so it might get another chance in the much nearer future than he ever will.

So if clothing can be equated with sex, the fact that I am not getting any will soon be remedied by a binge of clothing whoreness that my credit card can't handle- or to that end- a spree of window shopping that will surely disappoint (hummmm, crappy one night stands anyone?).

There's only one way to damage control. Keep the tags on for the first couple wears. Don't you wish you could return him after the first couple times?

Three things I am grateful for since my last post:
1. Online shoe shopping.
2. A lack of a sense of guilt for really anything currently.
3. whowhatwear.com