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March 31, 2003

regret

So while I kind of regret my lack of late night writing skills I do try to live my life without many regrets. Lately though there are some one big ones.

Mostly I lament that I’ve let people into my heart that had no business being there in the first place. I'm not always a good judge of character. In fact, I'm a terrible judge of character. I'm too trusting and I wear my heart on my sleeve.

I regret being someone's punching bag. If you did something wrong, or never intended to do something in the first place – don’t blame it on me. Don’t turn my innocuous words against me. I never meant them that way. And you know it.

I regret allowing people to manipulate me with twisted lies in order to soothe a guilty conscience. I’ve got enough to deal with and if you can’t be the person I thought you were, then at least be honest and respectful of me.

I regret dating people I'd rather have in my life as a friend. Dates are a dime a dozen and don't tend to last very long. Friendship is a much better investment.

Mostly though, I regret blaming myself for everything that goes wrong in my world.

Posted by Moxie at 11:56 PM | Comments (21)

the good news

The good news is, Seyed was a super star and deleted my blog from the fray over at Blogshares. I tried to have myself delisted by buying and selling large sums of my own stock, Aaron the Mad tried to email the folks who had bought my stock and ask them to sell...

It was a valiant effort, but ultimately the site admin solved all. I feel so relieved.

The bad news is that I can't ping weblogs.com when I update. I will still ping blo.gs and MT but not weblogs. For those of you who rely on that, I apologize. Hopefully in the future there will be a way for me to do that and not end up a player in a game I don't want to play.

Again, I don't want to troll for links -- I'm here to work on my writing and share my photography. It was a distraction I didn't want or need.

That's all, carry on. I'll be back tonight with a real entry!

Posted by Moxie at 3:37 PM | Comments (8)

March 30, 2003

blogshares

By now everyone and his uncle has heard about blogshares.com. For those three of you who haven’t, it’s a stock market simulation game that replaces companies with blogs. The guy who did this had a really brilliant and fun idea and as far as I can tell the execution of it is terrific.

And while I might even play it myself, I have emailed him asking to have Moxie removed from the index. Let me see if I can explain why.

Sure, it’s just a game but it bothers me immensely that I was forcibly made a player. Maybe I drank too much this weekend, but I don't recall taking Moxie "public." It's both an unneeded distraction and one I can't ignore.

Being competitive by nature, having to worry about who added me to their link list is reminiscent of junior high popularity contests and something of which I want no part of right now. Sure, I’m honored when someone adds me to his or her link list but it’s so low on my radar that it doesn’t rank in terms of my daily priorities.

I don’t write on Moxie so that I can be “valued” by a bot and a bunch of algorithms. I write here because it forces me to write everyday, thereby becoming a more proficient writer. Ideally, anyway.

The inherent value of a blog is not in how many people have linked it. It’s not even reflected by traffic in many cases. While I love the utility in the plethora of indexing/popularity tools out there, (blogdex, popdex, daypop…) the thought of creating competition and determining the “worth” of a blog as higher or lower than another is offensive to me and contrary to why I write online in the first place.

Knowing that what I write and photograph has become a routine part of my reader’s days -- mostly people I have never met – that’s value and success to me. If that means I’m only worth 56 cents, then I can live with that.

SO SELL, SELL SELL, the five of you foolish enough to invest in a non-link slut. Help me be de-listed. Thank you.

Posted by Moxie at 5:28 PM | Comments (27)

Friends don’t let friends blog drunk

I know, Dawn just said it but this is a public service announcement of my own. If I wanted to write in a vacuum, I’d do so on paper. If I didn’t care what y’all think I’d post my photos as background on my computer’s desktop. Same effect. Your comments are interesting to me.

Your comments make me think, help me understand how things are perceived and more likely than not they make me laugh. And also what Dawn said: I find new blogs. Some days I only visit the folks who have commented, or those that sent me referrals.

I comment on someone's blog everyday. Even if I have nothing of value to add (the usual case), just so that person knows there are people behind the IP addresses in their log files.

So comment often. And not just here. Comments make writers happy -- I'm pretty sure, at least.

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March 28, 2003

how to embarrass your friends at a restaurant

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March 27, 2003

pinks

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March 26, 2003

when you least expect it

Someone on teevee said that spring is here. Sure feels like it. The hummingbird is hovering and zipping back and forth right outside my office window. He’s taunting the cats whose heads move back and forth like they’re watching a tennis match.

A bunch of the seeds I planted outside LAST spring never sprouted -- until now. I’ve got a bunch of daisies ready to bloom. Kind of reminded me that the things we do today might not produce visible results when we expect it. My life is so strange.

As I sat across from the secret service man yesterday I was looking at him wondering what it is I’ll miss about him when he leaves me. I always wonder that when I meet a new guy.

And I’m not talking about the sound of their voice, the way they smell, smile or look. It’s usually the little idiosyncrasies and personal flaws that get me the most. Almost makes me think that I fall in love with someone’s flaws as much as I do their good qualities.

No one is perfect, and my Mom always says finding someone to love involves finding a person whose flaws you can tolerate. This seems to be true more than anything else.

Spring has me thinking about love and companionship more than I usually do, I guess.

Months, years or even a decade after I’ve said goodbye to someone, the very things that used to irritate me suddenly make me sigh. The other day, I got dressed up in a skirt and sexy shirt and laughed thinking about how an old boyfriend used to say he liked my dress. “It’s a skirt and a top, not a dress!” I’d insist. “Whatever it is, you look fabulous,” he’d say.

It’s always a nostalgic trip down memory lane when something in my environment reminds of the guy who was always rude to the waiter. Who could resist the positive mental imagery of the boyfriend who folded and rolled his jeans up on the bottom, the one who repeatedly told the same stories over and over again, or the one who was constantly complaining about something trivial?

So I guess the key here is finding someone whose idiosyncrasies make me sigh while we are still together. Oh yeah, and then there’s that little problem of finding someone who can actually tolerate my flaws.

I shouldn’t think so much. It’s beautiful outside and there’s a sweet guy in Los Angeles who’s thinking about me. That’s amazing.

Posted by Moxie at 5:13 PM | Comments (12)

March 25, 2003

own it. feel it

Mavis and I wandered around The Grove and ended up inside Barnes and Noble for hours the other day. Time flies in a bookstore and apparently, I was MIA for a half hour. Came across this little gem, The Hipster Handbook. When Mavis finally located me transfixed and laughing out loud, we spent another 15 minutes trying to decide if we didn't hate all the hipster wanna-bes, which hipster we’d be.

“I wanna be the UTF,” I said. Unemployed trust fund hipster, for all of you not cool enough to know the lingo. Angst ridden, rich and tragically hip.

Mavis was all about being a “laptopper.” Sounds kinky I know, but shut it you pervs. It’s just a Beatles’s-haircut-wearing-coffee-house-dwelling-type who has a flashy laptop in tow.

On our way out of The Grove I bought a cheap pair of hipsteresque sunglasses with pocket change. The woman at the kiosk wasn't happy to count the coins but I figured she'd appreciate having the change later. I vowed not to take the new sunglasses off when we eventually went indoors, no matter how blind I became.

Later at my local Central Perk, I sat down with the latest Vanity Fair while Mavis pulled from her computer bag a spiral notebook and some stapled stacks of paper. She grimaced as she dropped them on the table, still wet with some other slob’s coffee rings.

“You’re a papertopper”

“No, no – it’s my laptop. It’s just incredibly light. Here feel it…”

“Oh, be careful, I don’t want to break your papertop”

“No worries. It’s deck. I got the lifetime guarantee”

“Seriously – this must have put you back a pretty penny”

“Yeah, but it’s state of the art. I can even write on it”

“How’s the battery life on that?”

“Infinite”

“Amazing. Is that the latest color in papertops -- luminescent white? I heard it’s impossible to find.”

“You bet”

“K, it was hard for me to tell if it was white. I am still wearing my sunglasses, after all”

“How’s that going?”

“Not so good. I’m not feeling it”

“You gotta own it, girl”

“Maybe I should try to be one of those angry art hipsters, instead”

“So then you’d have to carry around a sketchbook instead of your laptop.”

“But I can't draw very well and I’m not that angry”

“You will be when I become a foster parent for your laptop and you have no visitation rights”

But she’s correct. You can’t be a UTF without a trust fund, nor can an angry art grrl carry a laptop instead of a huge canvas. And a laptopper must have an actual laptop computer. A papertop just won't suffice.

better than me: smart sara, who is also one of my favorite people.

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March 23, 2003

Oscars recap

(all times Pacific)

2:00 PM: Mavis and I are at Canters for brunch. She mentions that the awards will be on later and my eyelid twitches.

6:30 PM: Oscars begin

6:35 PM: I arrive home after spending the day with friends. The sounds of dozens of helicopters overhead overwhelm me.

6:45 PM: My cats are freaking out with the noise. I wonder if Los Angeles is under attack and promptly turn on teevee and flip channels.

6:46 PM: I realize the Oscars are on. I turn off the teevee.

6:47 PM: After emptying my bladder I head to my home office and check all the news sites and get current on the world.

7:00PM: I chat with friends online

7:10 PM: My back itches and I stretch to scratch it. This is more interesting than watching the Oscars.

7:15 PM: The teevee is still in its upright and “off” position

7:20 PM: I wonder when I'll hear from my sweet secret service man

7:27 PM: I happen upon some breaking news that the fat bastard won the best documentary but was booed off the stage after he took his anti-american propaganda to a new level

7:28 PM: Walk to a local spot to have a bite to eat with friendly neighbor

8:15 PM: Done with dinner feeling full

8:17 PM: Still not watching the Oscars

8:29 PM: Return home

8:30 PM: Talking to my hot secret service man on the phone. He called!

8:30 PM: He tells me Renee Zellweger didn’t win the best actress award.

8:31 PM: I cheer and thank the god I don’t believe in

8:43 PM: Decide to watch the Oscars

8:44 PM: Procrastinate about turning on the teevee

8:45 PM: Turn on the teevee and see that Chicago won best picture and that the painful ceremony is at last over.

8:58 PM: Briefly consider crashing a party later tonight, but my jammies are more comfortable than my Donna Karan gown and high heels. Secret Service man is coming over later to warm my bed for me.

9:00 PM: Realize that I am both old and boring, but that I like it.

elsewhere: this is a good reminder of why we are at war.

Posted by Moxie at 11:43 PM | Comments (13)

too sexy

I've been on the phone with a handsome secret service agent all night. I told him where to find Saddam -- he's working for a French designer right now. On the cat-walk baby.

We shot the shit for awhile but then he pulled his top secret government tactics on me and I was willing putty in his big strong hands.

Why aren't you out tonight, moxie?

Because you are working tonight Darling

Shut it.

Sorry. Because I'm tired and tracking islamofascism using the software the government provided.

Where did you obtain this photo?

From Yahoo, sir Mr Secret Service man, Sir!

When was the last time you saw this man?

Which man?

Saddam, moxie. I'm talking about the evil dictator

He helped me pick out my ensemble last night, did you approve?

Yes, you looked hot, I mean, what ensemble Ms. Moxie?

The hip huggers and the shirt that exposes my new six pack belly

Nice. Did you disarm the enemy?

Sir, not yet, sir. What else do you need from me?

Can you do 200 crunches and destroy Jimmy Fallon and Tina Fey?

What's my motivation?

They suck, are unpatriotic and chronically un-funny

Yes, sir. I'll turn up some incriminating evidence tomorrow, sir SIR!

Great. We'll meet at the usual place for an update. I'll expect your biceps to be tanned and firm

And who knew that the government could extend the life of a cordless phone battery with just a nod from the righteous and babelicious Donald Rumsfeld?

must read: a human shield discovers the war stance of Iraqi citizens. AND don't miss the You've got a Friend Slideshow

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March 22, 2003

more on protests

Every once in a while someone has an idea so good that I wish I had thought of it myself. You know, like those little plastic bars they use to separate people's groceries in the check out line, and this.

What I like so much about that sign is the subtlety. I wonder how many of the war protesters were like, "Right on, Dude!"

Crashing Hollywood parties is one thing, but Protest Warrior is pure genius. Check out the selection of posters. "Except for ending slavery, fascism, nazism, and communism, War has never solved anything"

That said, I was chatting with NC and expressed my interest in crashing one of these anti-war demonstrations. You all know how much I like attending events I have not been invited to.

Below is an example of a sign I'd like to carry.

Not quite as subtle. But then again I've never been known for subtlety.

onward: Lt-Smash

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March 20, 2003

Return of the MoxiePundit?

People were asking me last night at the La Meridien bash....when will the MoxiePundit and her go-go boots resurface? It's war time, afterall.

I thought about it over a free bacardi sponsored mohito and promised that it would happen but that I didn't want to step on the toes of those who do it better, like Glenn, Martin or Charles.

Knowing that men are weak when faced with go go boots, surely I'd put those guys out of business.

Tony Pierce said in order to protest the war he's going to post pictures of bikini clad models. While this statement forces me to come out as a hawk, I must admit I partially agree with his tactics.

So while I am pro-war, I think our military has it all wrong. Think Baywatch meets the 101st Airborne Division.

If you want to collapse Saddam's regime....send in the dancers from Spearmint Rhino, naked Playboy Bunnies and female porn stars. That alone would give the phrase "Patriot Missiles" a whole new meaning.

And of course, we'd need to enlist the help of John Tesh. It's not enough that Geraldo is there. Ostensibly, that's a start. But throw in the busty naked women along with the "slow jams" of John Tesh and the Iraqi Republican Guard will be disarmed and in some pain.

Even better, how about instead of the air raid sirens in Iraq they are replaced with something even more awful. In a covert operation the US Special Forces reprograms them to blast Bon Jovi and recordings of American Idol reject auditions to indicate an imminent attack. Better yet, instead of bombs that explode, let's drop bombs that will disperse a heavy mist of J Lo's stanky-ass perFUME to render them senseless.

And why not take over the Iraqi teevee broadcast system and replace all the pro-dictator propaganda and broadcast episodes of The Craig Kilborn Show and Jimmy Kimmel Live 24/7. If those shows don't make them want to surrender than nothing will. All I know is this: those shows made me give up hope.

Some might call it terrorism, but I just call it effective war planning.

btw, I love our troops and support them unconditionally. they are doing a fabulous job and I can't wait until they return safely.

Posted by Moxie at 11:38 PM | Comments (17)

type right down the center

Tony told Carrot Top that blogging was fun, free for you and cheap for them.

Amy Alkon told him if he had a problem with her hair they could take it outside.

And that ends the first annual Carrot-top-a-palooza. Please tip your wait staff and make sure you collect all of your trash and belongings.

elsewhere: Marc Brown

Posted by Moxie at 5:25 PM | Comments (6)

already tired of the war?

No problem. It's not me being unpatriotic, it's simply a good time for a Carrot-top-a-palooza day on Moxie. Red, white and blue.

Not a flattering picture of moi but the red head sure looks good. For those who need comic relief, over the next few hours I'll post pictures of Tony Pierce and Amy Alkon, The Advice Goddess with the one and only Carrot Top.

Hopefully it will make you feel slightly better than viewing news of the war. Then again, I qualify that with the word "hopefully."

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March 16, 2003

traffic

For those who wonder if the rumors about Los Angeles traffic are true...

YES, they are. But not always for the reasons you think.

Someone important must have died. The traffic cop was handing out the bright orange "funeral" stickers you often see on cars in a procession. Several of the younger folks were taking them and applying them to their backs. This funeral procession was by hoof alone.

unrelated: go give spike some love!!!

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March 13, 2003

Canter's

It’s always 1967 inside Canter’s, its always daytime and the hours seem to slip by like minutes. After the bars close, I’ve spent many hours there, sipping coffee with friends and talking until dawn. Someone you know is always there. That wanker from the bar who was hitting on you will somehow end up sitting in the next booth.

Or the time I had a bite to eat with a newly minted prospect – my exotic stranger. I was thinking, I’ll be curious to see what Clash thinks of him, since he’s the official date approval committee. Yes, we ran into Clash. No he didn’t approve.

Without fail, something strangely interesting always happens there in the early morning hours.

But none of those things were quite as strange as this past weekend. First at the bar, I talked to someone who looked a lot like Jack Black. I kept thinking, this guy looks like Jack Black, nooooo – couldn’t be. After I returned to the fray my friend squealed, “Oh Moxie! You talked to Tenacious D!!!” What’s a weekend without a celebrity encounter?

Then my friends introduced me to the oldest guy in the bar. He asks me if I would have a cup of coffee with him at Canters, because he has some advice for me. Curious and comforted that he knows all my friends, I agreed. Turns out he’s a published author, former therapist and all around interesting man. Though it seemed like just a half hour, we sat and talked until 6 AM.

The best part was when my Mom asked me if I met any guys.

Yes, I met a really cool guy

Ooooooh! What’s he like

He’s very mature

That’s a good sign, how old is he?

About 75

That’s not funny

I’m serious

It wasn't that hasedic man who always wants to have coffee?

No, this is a different man

And here I thought that you being out until dawn might be a good thing….

But it was a good thing because his advice was sage. Only time will tell if I can successfully put it to use.

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March 12, 2003

moxie re-runs: Live Nude Kitty Cam

originally posted July 24th, 2002

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March 9, 2003

not a leader

While very pretty to look at red, orange and green air might cause the lower half of your body to disappear. Try to stay calm by rubbing your own neck and shoulders.

I couldn't resist, and as I've said before I don't have an original thought in my head.

See my homeland security advice here.

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March 6, 2003

oy gevalt

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March 5, 2003

subtract 0 from 0

Back in grammar school math class, I always admired addition and detested subtraction. I hated the way teachers would condescendingly shift their language for those who seemed not to get the minus sign, "okay 'take away' 5 oranges from the 10 oranges you have, what would that leave?" And to this day, I much prefer addition to subtraction. But only in the sense of numerical operations.

It's not so much the math that many of us literary types learned to resent, it was that we had learned a negative connotation to taking things away.

We had all been toddlers who had toys or privileges taken away when we didn't behave as expected. Beloved classmates whose families had to relocate were missed. We had heard our fathers complaining about the money the government takes away from their paycheck. Or counted one less sweet tart in our hand as the last favorite flavor from the package dissolved in our mouth. Many of us even had an elderly family member who expired and noticed that we had to subtract one from the clan.

Subtracting anything of relative familiarity was a horrible, horrible thing.

Tonight I was thinking about the positive aspects of subtraction. Taking away negative feelings from a relationship, removing a threat, subtracting a weapon of mass destruction, one less cigarette smoked or a pound of body weight lost.

Kind of like when saying "he's bad" in Junior High meant he was really good -- I've realized the grown up equivalent. Much like a cancer, there are times when removing something from your life is very much a necessary and positive action.

Posted by Moxie at 11:06 PM | Comments (19)

really boring conclusion

When the doorbell rang, I kind of knew who it was before I even looked. TDH was standing there with an apologetic look on his face. He was filled with “I’m sorry’s” about rushing me, about being upset that I wanted to see other people, about taking things too fast for my liking.

But I told him, that none of this was his fault.

I just wasn’t ready for the things he wants, because my heart wasn’t present. Gently, I explained that I’d be happier just being his friend because the companionship was there while the romantic things were not, at least from my perspective. Which is the only side of a relationship that I can control.

TDH2, the internet guy took it in his stride. While we got along great and liked each other, it was mutual that it just wasn’t “there” after two dates.

So, I’ve spent a lot of time the last week and a half thinking about chemistry and what makes one person irresistible, while someone of equal value just a friend. Why does one set of blue eyes sparkle while another set simply exists? Why does one smile make your legs turn to jello while another equally as attractive leave you cold?

Wish I could tell you I’ve figured it out, but I haven’t. I’m not naive enough to believe that the presence of chemistry creates a successful partnership. Quite to the contrary, many of the longer term relationships I’ve had were based on companionship, mostly devoid of chemistry. And they eventually fizzled.

But at least, for the first time in my life I’ve emerged unscathed from a dating frenzy. I’m not looking for advice. In fact, I don’t want any. As well as my readers know me – only I can decide what’s right for me. Thanks to the marvels of the technologies that be, I’m about to embark on another date.

Truth be told, I didn’t want to write about this at all. I’m tired of writing about dates that don’t work out, or chemistry that’s present but mutual desire that’s lacking. I apologize for the luckluster posts this week but when writing a post everyday, each one can’t be as fun as a barrel of monkeys throwing burnt rice and picking fleas from their hairy asses. And I am the first to admit this one was about as fun as a colonoscopy.

But no more.

Posted by Moxie at 12:32 AM | Comments (21)

March 4, 2003

larry king live

After the Larry King Live show yesterday Ozzy and I went out for a beer.

He asked me, "What's the effing deal with these two bloody fools you're dating? They remind me of my effing dog who pisses on the bloody effing rug. Fuckers, everytime you date a guy like that a bird dies. "

I love hanging with Ozzy.

So I told him that the chemistry didn't seem to be there, but that I liked them as people. He gave me a bit of advice on how to to cut them off when I see fit. He had already consumed a few beers at that point, "Moxie, bloody tell {unintelligible} Bastards {gibberish} effing {more unintelligible profanities} to fuck off" but that seems a bit harsh and completely unnecessary. For the record, Ozzy can drink me under the table.

I told him that the guys hadn't done anything wrong, I just wasn't feeling it.

"Look, moxie, if the bloody fools don't get the hint, do what Sharon does---throw a fucking ham at them."

Some guy walked up and asked him for his autograph and he started screaming, "get away from my fucking beer you little bastard. You must be part of bin laden's gang, you're a fucking terrorist. Why do you do it man? Get away from me you're fucking mad."

He called me Sharon and Kelly a few times and asked where his remote was, even though I tried to explain that we were at a bar. I had the bartender go out and grab the limo driver to drag him home. When I arrived back at casa mox, I had messages from both boys. I called them, ignored Ozzy's advice and told them, "my heart just isn't in this."

An hour later my doorbell rang.

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March 2, 2003

reward

My friend Mavis is out of town again, so I drove over to east Hollywood today to care for her cats. One of them sat in front of me for over an hour soaking up every last ounce of attention I gave her. Finally she got bored and went over to eat the food I gave her when I first arrived. Who knew a cat could choose love over sustenance?

While I sat there watching Gilligan’s Island re-runs I noticed there was a lot of cat hair on the floor. I noticed the kitchen counters were dusty and in a burst of energy and enthusiasm I swept, wiped, washed, vacuumed and tidied. I even cleaned the bathroom and litter box.

It felt damn good and I’ve been in a great mood all day because of it. Got home and talked to someone who said doing nice things for others doesn’t matter – that for her, the only thing that matters in life is her career. A career that she hates. It was a buzz kill, to say the least.

One of the things I am most proud of in my life is that not one single thing defines me.

Perhaps it’s easier now that I don’t have a job that takes over my life, but when people ask me what I do and who I am – it’s no longer a one-sentence deal.

Then: I’m a senior technical consultant for a software company

Now: I’m a person working on a book, writing on the web, and crafting a pilot. I create web sites for people and do some freelance consulting. Otherwise, I take at least 5 photos everyday, I paint, cook and learn about how to fix my own car. I love unconditionally and sometimes irrationally. I adore my friends, not to mention cats, dogs, children, movies, books, and music. Though I can play two instruments I'm still trying learn a third -- the guitar. I’m very close with my parents even though they live 3,000 miles away. My Mom and Dad are my best friends. I write stories or paint pictures for people when I can’t afford gifts. Everyday, I try to do something nice for someone. Even if it’s just saying hello and smiling at the elderly lady with the dog, or ringing my neighbor’s doorbell to tell them their car’s headlights were left on, I know lots of people who wouldn’t bother.

And I know that sounds kind of lame, but relative to what I said a year and a half ago, not nearly as one-dimensional as saying “I work for the man, pull in a fat salary and that’s who I am.”

I suppose not having that neat box in which to place myself has opened my mind to all the other things that I do almost everyday. While I would never wish that everyone be as underemployed as I am - I do wish that people like my friend - who defines herself through her job would see all the other important things in life. And how many of those things don’t involve a job at all.

As cliché as it is, and as much as I loved my last job -- I have always worked to live, not lived to work. Because, I happen to know for a fact that the best things in life aren’t always rewarded with a paycheck.

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