Just Kidding. I am not trying to be the next Carrie Bradshaw as much as I like my sex...and my puns. But, I do have some questions and observations on singlehood. One time only theme for a post. I swear. But if you do draw parallels between me and someone, please make it Carrie and not Cathy. Ah. Yikes. Never. No Way.
A friend once told me I am not ready for a committed relationship because even though I liked a song on say 102.7, I couldn't just stick with it and still checked about 5 other stations. I wanted to tell her that was BS and that sometimes a girl just wants to hear Fergie more than "the real alternative," (and you know what Fergie, sometimes big girls do cry) but I said "Hmmm, that's interesting" and blew her comment off. But now I can't avoid this thought everytime I switch from a true gem on alma mater WSPN in hopes of hearing, dare I say, Avril? The friend was a Psych major in school, so part of me takes this observation to heart. Another part says, that's ridiculous and it's absolutely okay that sometimes I just want the perfect top 40 song... I guess if it were "perfect," it would probably be the top 1. Thoughts?
Has cooking salmon the lady behind the counter said was "a perfect filet for one" depressed me because she said that or because I listened to Cat Power while cooking it? I can't really get to the origin of this. Maybe I'll find it at the bottom of this bottle of wine. And if not there, the bottom of a Ben & Jerry's pint.
(OK, there's no ice cream...nor wine... just tea and cold medicine...if that's any better... but I actually have a cold!)
And reminder, I have no cats. Will never have cats.
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