Here We Go Again

New Year, New…Me?

…Probably Not. But I do suppose that it’s the thought that counts. I can’t promise to write more, because I don’t like making promises that I can’t (or won’t) keep. But I will try.

About a month ago a friend of mine died and he was a writer. And while we never spoke of my sad, small, little blog I can safely say that he would tell me to write more. That practice makes perfect and that only way to get better is to do it more. He was a nice man and I didn’t know him terribly well, but he was nice and funny and it’s a shame he’s not here anymore.
So I’m going to try to do what I’m certain he would’ve told me.

On a lighter note (…of sorts) my job continues to be insane because I continue to be an immigration paralegal. I’m not sure how much else there is to say there because Il Ducino is in the White House and frankly, he’s awful. Quota season is coming and all a girl wants as a belated Christmas gift is a new job that doesn’t pay me in peanuts, but real money.
Le sigh.

I hope everyone had a nice holiday. Tonight is the Golden Globes and despite all the rape and sexual assault running around Hollywood, I’m totes watching. I like looking at the pretty dresses and yelling at the TV when the wrong* movie/tv show wins. I think it’s fun.


*when I say wrong I mean a movie/tv show I haven’t seen or one I don’t watch or one I consider to have one too many awards. I love me an underdog. Too much of a sports fan, I suppose.


Lows Bars Aren’t Something To Brag About

The bar for 2017 isn’t set particularly high. I know this because this time last year I was on the phone with insurance people, sorting out the car accident I was in the day before, courtesy of the seventeen-year-old who thought it would be fun to put an enormous dent in my front bumper, thus rendering my car undrivable.

I really should have known then that perhaps 2016 was off to a questionable beginning.

This year, so far, is going better. I didn’t have to work on New Year’s Day because I don’t work retail anymore. Not sacrificing my blood to the Retail Gods is really something I can (and d0) live without these days. Working a 9(ish) to 5 is a gift that I am grateful for. Paralegal school was hard, mostly because I’m a super nerd who doesn’t fuck around when it comes to classes and a mini nervous breakdown will do wonders for a girl’s figure. I mean, not eating will cause anyone to lose 10 or 15 extra pounds.

The only downside is you put it back on. Baby steps if you ask me. It’s the beginning of the year. As we know, anything can happen.
This is exactly what I’m afraid of.

Like Dory says, “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming”.

Jam of the Day – One Direction “Night Changes”