Good... And Good for You

i'm jinxing myself when i say this, but my unemployment has yet to feel like anything other than a vacation which, frankly, is not the best mentality to have as far as, you know, getting stuff done.  as of tonight the hardest thing, really, has been adapting my small talk because i had one of the most fun sounding jobs on the planet. it made small talk much, much easier because if (when) the conversation lagged i could shout out " i work at a chocolate factory!! " and then the people would oooh and aaah and then i'd toss my hair and say, "ya... it's not a big deal." my people skills are suspect. anyways, i was thinking about it and i would say that 95% of the time my job-related small talk followed a very nice, safe, formulaic pattern, meaning we either talked about oompa loompas, or how contextually thin i am best conversation topic ever! . which reminds me of a story which, sadly, is not about one of those conversations. nope. this is the story about t

my birthday is tomorrow and the prospect of turning 29 is bringing out my crazy. it has nothing to do with getting older (seriously, bring on my thirties. bring it!). i just can't seem to shake the thought that this is the last year of my twenties (in my head, vincent price is saying it) and it's making me think. and you know what happens when girls like me start thinking... additionally, i'm right in the middle of an overwhelmingly busy few weeks. i put in my two weeks notice at work last week and somewhere around wednesday, the endorphin high wore off and now there's just panic. and darkness. and really well-intentioned psychological monkey torture from all fronts. it's great. so, i have this mondo to-do list that has somehow morphed into a to-do loop. it's like the wyld stallyn paradox... my to-do loop usually starts with me looking for a mac os x upgrade and gradually spirals into loopy madness. about 10 minutes later the only thing my brain can do to escap