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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Fate of a Blog

Oh, my dear Wanderlust Darling, what should I do with you?

My life has become considerably less wanderlust-y and (for damn sure) a lot less interesting for the purposes of public consumption. And yet, I don't want to see my blog end. While abroad, I put some serious legwork into this thing. I miss posting, but have much less to say, especially when considering Wanderlust's mission.

What do I do with my time now? I work all day, come home, and wait for bedtime. Sometimes, I go on dates. I'd elaborate, but I'm just exploring my options, going out for a drink here and there with a couple no-one-specials. Nothing disastrous or otherwise noteworthy has happened on any of these dates yet. If I'm being honest (and why not?), my dates mostly serve as a means to get out of my house and do something. I date because I'm bored. A romantic tale to tell those grandkids I never plan on having.

So, what becomes of this blog? I don't want to see it fritter away, but I'm not sure how often I'll have worthy posts. I guess it just becomes another run-of-the-mill diary for public consumption. I'm that girl now.

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Sunday, February 5, 2012

Potent Quotables

It's been a while, I know. My life isn't so exciting right now. But, I've been in a good mood for just over a week straight and that's saying something.

Working at Goodwill (which is where I work, in case I haven't mentioned yet) has been decent. It's a full-time job and I get paychecks. The up and up. As good as Goodwill can be, we have some surly customers at times. I figured I'd post a potent quotable for old time's sake. This is a re-post from Facebook, so if you're reading it for the second time, then it's your own fault because I've just warned you.



After grazing my ass while passing by, a forty-something male customer angrily says "Oh, excuse me."


"It's okay," I respond.


"Good," he says. "Some women are such crybabies." 




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