Do you ever feel beyond irritated, as in extremely pissed off, when you send an email or make a call that requires a reply but the recipient neglects to respond?
It’s a phenomenon of the 24/7-communication age it seems, the no-response response to communiqués.
A bloke with an accent like Nikov’s (think Borat) approached me in a store the other day. He held up a t-shirt gingerly and said, “Excuse me, you look the size of my girlfriend and I buying this for her, do you think it fit you?”
Don’t hate me because I’m happy, even worse, happy tumbling out of bed every morning.
It used to be that morning people, who hum happily over breakkie, were at the top of my love-to-hate list. Though now that I’ve become the kind of person who used to irk me intensely, I’ve thrown away that particular list.
God, I feel overwhelmed with the state of the world some days. Overwhelmed, powerless and unable to imagine how I can make a difference.
However, yesterday I had an opportunity to put into practice one of my fave bumper bar stickers, “Think Globally Act Locally.”
Do you find when the sun’s reflection dances in a certain way or the wind whooshes and whistles evocatively that you’re unwittingly lured into a faintly familiar memory?
In the midst of busy lunch hour traffic, I had to slow to a snail’s pace due to a flat tire. Unquestionably, my luck had run out. You see, after 24 years of driving, this was my very first flat.
Did you know that members of the band Metallica, willingly subjected themselves to group therapy? (See documovie, Metallica: Some Kind of Monster.)
Memories – like some corners of my mind – are blank … Yep, you guessed it, had a major memory-loss moment, and it was in public.
The one redeeming factor: Another woman, even younger than me, couldn’t find her car either!
I’ve been networking on MySpace, emailing lots of girls like you and me. Especially those that might be interested in the best girlfriend wisdom I spin on this blog.
Now that it’s spring, the season of new beginnings, I’ve written out a list of things I want to manifest. My list is a mile long; because there are lots of things I want.
At the top of the list is “more money.” I know that’s not very creative, after all we all want more of that – I’m sure you agree.
