28 Apr 2009
8:40am
Child, I tell you it is hot! I can't believe it just suddenly go this hot here. I had to scramble to swap out my wardrobe from mini storage. I wear pants almost exclusively all fall and winter and sneak a dress in here and there come spring. But this weekend it was time to fold up all the slackaroonies and store e'm till October. Someday, I will have an apartment large enough to house all of my clothing at one time. Someday, I will also floss after every meal. Someday.
Anyway, I'm so happy to see my dresses again! Inevitably I forget what
I have until I crack the boxes open. It's like rediscovering 20
good-time, slightly-slutty old friends. OK, fully slutty old friends,
but whatever. I know how to de-slut them for work with flats and
cardies. So yay— dresses!
In other news, Mr. Fixr has been interviewing like mad for about a week
and it appears to be taking quite an ugly toll. I mean it wasn't so bad
when there were nothing but tumbleweeds blowing over his resume on TheLadders.com, but now that there seems to be a bit of activity in the
job market he's kind of losing it.
I get it: being judged like that is nothing short of hideous. So
speaking of judging, I'm hoping you won't think I'm a total see you in
tea when I say this but... he's become a wee bit clingy. Which I am
finding a wee bit icky.
I know, I am evil and heartless. But really, shame on you for ever thinking otherwise—there were signs everywhere. So yeah, we'll see what happens. But in my experience, it's a slippery slope. Once I start seeing a guy as anything less than 100% masculine, I tend to want him to come dust my apartment and go, scram, skedadle—and say goodbye to my (ehem) downstairs neighbor Virginia on his way out.
