Goin to the Chapel

Tonight I'm picking up a rental at Union Station, only the worst neighborhood in the city to navigate, and taking one of the most horrific traffic routes (New York Avenue you make me want to die) out of DC up to Main Line Philly. I should get there sometime after ten, far too late to engage in any rehearsal dinner activities, and immediately crash into bed. Tomorrow my friend's Western wedding service is at noon, and then there will be a yummy lunch, followed by an Indian ceremony at 2. The bride got me to agree to make this journey (which will cost far more than I can afford, having been recently unemployed for so long) by giving me a menu preview. I am really looking forward to the risotto at the reception and of course the cake. It's my understanding that it will be some days before the poundage I gain takes full effect; this is useful because once the wedding is over I will no longer care how I look, having presented my best face (as good as it gets) to the people I haven't seen since college. Hopefully no one gets the idea to take a photo for the alumni notes (not that I graduated).


But I love my friend, and it's her big day, so I'm goin' to the chapel of love.

Unless we're talking hair

Grey will never be my new black.

and for my birthday

I got a job. Finally.

Simpsonized (complete with sweat)

No one likes a scratched LP

I hate when people say 'everything happens for a reason,' because while I agree wholeheartedly with the search for silver linings, things don't usually just 'happen.' People make decisions, which lead to situations, and because of those situations other people make other decisions. I agree with the existentialists that life is the sum of one's choices, and that even includes the choices one makes when something 'happens.'
So here's the thing. Over six years ago I made a choice, based in part on the choices of two other people whose lives had a direct effect on mine, and it was the wrong one. At that point my life stopped moving in a forward direction and has taken turns stuttering and running circularly. I know there's no point in dwelling, since I can't go back and make another choice (and all I could really do if I could do that is ask more questions in order to make a more informed decision - I still don't know what the right choice would have been, just that the one I made wasn't it). So I am just hoping that directing my intention toward smoothing out the scratch on the record of my brain, without actually knowing how that can happen, will bring about some more forward momentum. Because it's getting frustrating in this quagmire and I'd like to get out.

Daily Show: Oh My God! this administration is taking the United States Pass/Fail!

The Bush administration is now the only entity I have ever known to actually FAIL in a pass/fail situation.

Shaw's law and correlation

You'll never feel like you're enough for anyone until you believe that you are.

I'm only just about enough for me. And I think that that's all anyone can be.