I have discovered
another good thing about Facebook. Besides the usual basics - stalk your crush, track your friends' weddings and pregnancies, check out what people wear on their holidays - you can also see who people list as their friends, even if (mostly) those people are not actually your friend. This is a very useful feature, as I like to judge people by the company they keep. Some rather surprising connections are easily explainable, e.g. same school/workplace/mutual friends, but others are not, leaving me to the only conclusion that these people must really be friends.
Of course there's nothing wrong with being friends with XYZ whom I strongly dislike, just as there's nothing wrong with liking Get Fuzzy, the worst comic strip in the world. I'll just be surprised, that's all. And maybe next time I won't offer you a cookie. (Just kidding. About the Get Fuzzy one, not the other thing.)
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4:00 PM ::
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japan dreaming
I leave for Japan in two days and I have nothing to wear. I know I talk about this problem a lot, and that's because I spend A LOT of time thinking about what to wear. It doesn't show, because when I actually have to wear it I'm always running late so I just wear what I always wear anyway. But on holiday I have to think especially hard, because I have to pack.
The other thing I've been obsessing about lately is having my own place. I know I have also discussed this to death and everyone now thinks I'm the girl who cried moving out. But now I have a three-year plan: My bond ends in July 2011. I will be 29. By that time I intend to be one of those home owners I always talk about blithely in my stories.
I'll have a little kitchen, and throw small but elaborate dinner parties to which everyone brings wine. There will be a tiny planter box where I will grow my own herbs but balk at actually using them in real food. In the living room will be a big TV screen, a cushy chair, and not much else. The storeroom will double up as closet space, as will my bathroom, bed, floors, and indeed all available surfaces.
This is the dream that sustains me through the nightmares of the day. Does it mean I'm getting old, when I dream about comfortable, contented evenings in my own home?
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