I'M NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT LOVE

Or any matters of the heart, no matter how appropriate. Yes its on my mind, but its a subject which i am not qualified to expand upon -- no matter how topical it may be -- given my track record in that area. Can you say disasterpiece? I could fill a book right now but the words would probably only make sense to me. Suffice it to say, i still suck at it.

I'm not going to talk about turning another year older, and being brutally reminded of fading youth by getting sick. I NEVER used to get sick. I had to feign illness, or at least exaggerate it, in order to stay home from school or work. And now? Every few months i'm down with another ailment. WTF? And then to only have as company my bed and raggedy daytime television. Seriously, did Jerry Springer and Maury always suck like this? I mean it was always trash, but it had an appeal. Now its just repugnant in every single way.

I'm not going to talk about how its been a year that my best friend has been gone, and i woke up this morning struck anew at how he is not here and how i let pride get in the way of our relationship and i will forever regret that i didn't tell him how much he meant to me. I won't talk about how due to the fact of my already emo disposition i almost gave in to great gulping sobs until i finally pulled myself together. I won't talk about how i then felt guilty about not wanting to cry over him anymore.

I'm not going to talk about how my favorite bra gave up the ghost with this final wash. Yes i know that your unmentionables should be hand washed, so keep your comments to yourself. Call me Deana James because i'm a rebel baby. A stupid stupid rebel. Next time i'll follow instructions. :-/

Nope. I'm not going to talk about any of those things. That would be a maudlin and lachyrmose way to begin a blog entry.

Instead...

I'll talk about how about out of the blue my photographer friend wants to take me out photography-ing. Both of our schedules are pretty cluttered right now, but i'm excited to pursue this interest of mine. Perhaps one day i can finally quit corporate america, only to join the ranks of the avante-garde, catapulted into history among such giants as Herb Ritts, Margaret Bourke-White, Ansel Adams.

...Or be content to snap a few photos at the next family reunion. < /reality >

I'll talk about the Sixers using some of Orlando's Magic for themselves, and winning the first playoff game of the series. The second is tonight, can they do it again? I'm not dreaming that we could go to the finals, but the second round would be nice.

Or I could talk about how this weekend is supposed to be uber wonderful. 85! on Saturday. The Penn Relays are this weekend and this may be the first weekend in recent memory where the forecast didn't include rain. Now whether or not the weather lives up to the hype remains to be seen...

And then there is always my favorite topic, and one which i am fully conversant - food. My loves, Popeyes is doing the 8 piece for 4.99 for one day only (today) and you can best believe that for my meal for this evening will i be engaging in some fine recession dining.

Stevie Wonder - Girl Blue