Not all of the above is entirely true.
Today two (count 'em: two!) of my friends bailed on me. Two in one day? One might be inclined to take it personally. I guess they discovered that, under the many layers of sarcasm, thinly veiled humour and feigned attempts at intellectualism I am, in fact, a colossal asshole.
There was way too much "Sex and the City" on today and perhaps I half watched three episodes of it what with the baring of female souls and the on again off again relationships that are so dramatic but so hot and not realistic and at one point Carrie comes back from Paris and surprises her girlfriends at their routine brunch spot and there is ear splitting shrieking and haute couture and hugs and kisses all around and I'm sitting there in my MEC capris and my hand me down t-shirt in the semi-dark and I think: "I don't have that".
I don't have people that would shriek and freak out if I went to Europe and then came back unexpectedly.
I suppose, then, that I might have gotten onto another jag about things that I don't have. And that's really quite silly because if you line up the things that I do have it's rather astounding, but I still fall prey to Heidegger's quote "we pursue that which retreats from us".
Blah.
Whinge.
So while I don't have everything that I "want" I am very grateful and appreciative for what I do have.
Let's re-cap what I do have:
- a foam roller for my IT band
- some frozen blueberries
- a stained glass window with my dad's handwriting on it
- some Pokemon toys
- pajama bottoms with deer on them
- snow tires
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