I’ve only worn cool shoes twice in the past year. I’m not like a big shoe chick, but wearing boring ass walking shoes all the time is just really not me. Plus, lately I can’t always get the aforementioned boring ass walking shoes onto my feet. I got these free slipper when I stayed at the Ritz-Carlton last, but I look silly wearing them in the supermarket. At least, I suspect I do.
I’ve had some people be really cool lately. Had a few super nice dinners with some strong women I really enjoy. Found out some humorous things I have in common in some places I probably can’t post about.
Sometimes I wish some of my relationships were more equal. Especially in a business context. I feel like I always have to be the cheerleader and the supportive worker bee, while other people blow off their responsibilities. I get so frustrated that I run out of cheer for the people who deserve it. I think I’m going to make a commitment to myself to hand that out more appropriately. I need to re-think where I put my energies and support because they are not unlimited resources.
A lot of my photos have been being stolen more often lately and it has been kind of a nuisance. Plus people keep impersonating Scar from Scar13.com and I have to shut the freak’s sites down. All flattering I suppose, but bleah.
Forrest and I have photography in around half a dozen magazines on the newsstand right now and that is cool. New Dana Dark update on Blue Blood’s Gothic Sluts tonight. I so adore Dana. She is really special.
My biggest peeve du jour is that it is so difficult to communicate tone on the internet. The other day someone I have known for something like seriously eighteen years made a flip comment about airports and, even though it would have gone against everything I know about her, I wondered if she meant that she opposed real freedom in favor of fictional security. Duh, of course not. But in person I would have heard how she meant it.
There are so many things which go unsaid because they are impossible to communicate online without starting a war. I prefer being straightforward and telling it like it is, so this digital tongue-biting really wears on my soul.
I’m going to take my hot bath now, if it has not grown cold already. Then I am going to watch Entourage on TiVo and hopefully fall asleep early enough to be able to drag my decrepit ass to my morning doctor appointment.