Flipflops in the Rain


all those things that aren’t perfect yet.

it’s pretty much february. that blows my mind. how has the first month of twenty-ten disappeared already?!

i’m making progress on bettering myself and making this MY year. it’s funny though — while i’m making improvements in certain areas of my life, i’m falling HARD off the wagon in others. balance, i’ve always lacked it.

i don’t want to jinx myself by listing the things i’ve done well in the past few weeks, so instead, i’ll do what i do best — berate myself for not being perfect:

perfect: never gonna happen. get over yourself, flippy.

gym: i miss you. it’s not you, it’s me. i’m lazy/busy. that might seem counterintuitive, but i assure you, it’s not. it’s just my life.

food: i spend way too much on food that’s way too bad for me. must. start. fast-food fast. AGAIN. must also start cooking because deep down, i know i can.

dentist: get one. immediately. book an appointment shortly after.

conan: stop crying about the whole nbc debacle (it’s been three weeks, after all) and start following coco’s words of wisdom. i’m becoming far too cynical and knowing he would be disappointed in me is kind of a tragedy.

writing: write more. write every day. write online. write in a journal. just write.

money: we’re getting there. slowly but surely, we’re getting there. eventually, we’ll be there.

travel: take the time and just go.

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jeepers, creepers, wide awake peepers

i had a dream last night that someone wanted to scoop my eyeballs out of their sockets with a plastic spoon.

i’m not even going to analyze this one. i’m just going to go about my day (and maybe try not to let too many people get a good look at my dazzling baby blue-greens).

i’ve been up since 3. in the morning. considering i usually roll out of bed at 8:10 and jump in my car five minutes later, this is absurd. instead, this morning, i read, watched gilmore girls and fringe, went to the gym, made an omelet and drank orange juice, tea and coffee. i’m still completely wired, and i’m a little concerned about hitting that adrenaline wall come one o’clock.

if the impact of this early morning isn’t too bad, i’m vowing* to get up early at least twice a week because i feel amazingly productive and energetic for once.

*hey, don’t you doubt me — my online vows have worked before… ish.