P.S. I’m finding that I can’t stomach much Eric Clapton these days. Maybe it’s those commercials where he tries to figure out how to use a cell phone? Maybe I never really liked him at all in the first place.
Someone once said that old English men end up looking like old English women and this appears to be happening with Clapton. Those cell phone commercials are annoying and his hair… why?
If I don’t drive around the park,
I’m pretty sure to make my mark.
If I’m in bed each night by ten,
I may get back my looks again,
If I abstain from fun and such,
I’ll probably amount to much,
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn.
February 18, 2000 was a hard sad day in my life. I was in a crappy relationship and my life went one way when it could have gone in another. I am not at all upset about the way things turned out - I don’t believe in regret, it’s the most useless emotion there is - but I still think about 23 year old me every year on February 18th. I am proud of her. I wish I could go back and give her a hug.
I can’t wait until I am home all day long and I can look at whatever I want on the Internet without the fear of someone sneaking up behind me. Cubes that have you sitting with your back to the “door way” are bullshit.
And, no, I don’t mean porn but just scrolling through pictures on Tumblr makes me feel self conscious. Stupid office job!