riddles and poppycock

I'm ready for my life to settle down. I sometimes think what has happened the past 3 years is karma for my past transgressions, yet I can't believe what I did in the past warranted this kind of punishment. Then again, thinking like that sounds superstitious and my pragmatic side tells me it's all just random bull hockey.

As of this week I now have 2 part time jobs. The first one I got mid-January and I love it, the new one, not so much. After this month my schedule will most likely not include any days off. A good friend told me, "working isn't all it's cracked up to be but it is a means to an end." Yep, a means to MY end, I fear.

I've thought about changing the name of my blog, even though I am still not amused.
Titles I've come up with:
The Deep End
Details in the Fabric (from the previously posted song.)
Now that I started typing I can't remember the others.

That happens a lot lately and sometimes it's unnerving to forget what I was saying mid-sentence.

I read things on other blogs whose authors sometimes read here and wonder if they're talking about me. Perhaps a good new name for my blog would be, Forgetful and Paranoid.

Have I said before how calamities tend to make some people (namely, me) self centered?

People (loved ones) tell me all the time, "There's someone out there for you." There are days when I want that to be true, but more and more lately I'm thinking I bloody well hope not. I'm only just now believing I can take care of myself and I've sort of gotten used to being alone. I'm not sure I want to have to worry about someone else again.

Dad is still trying to talk me into moving back to Kansas and living in their basement. God help me. He loves me and wants me taken care of, but can you imagine?

I had to laugh, a person at each of my jobs has told me they have noticed that I am calm and even tempered. Boy, have I got them fooled. My new boss told me she's glad I am not afraid of trying. I told her oh yes I am. She said to never let the bears smell blood.

Dear person whose blog I used to read but who hadn't posted for about 3 years until recently: I don't know if you read here but I'm glad you're blogging again. I won't be commenting, but you have a real talent for it. You already know that.

I'm tired.