Again, it's an experiment. We'll see.
Ugh. What is it like to have an entire room for your home office? Must be nice.
I can't decide between the following beds:
A) queen size canopy from Pottery Barn Teen
The considerations include:
- My mom labels the first choice "a princess bed" which is "going in the wrong direction," and indicates my refusal to grow up (I've had to live in a grown up brown and beige apartment for the last two years! I want to revert to childhood!! I want white and pink!)
- I want a king size bed, but A) the first bed doesn't come in a king and B) the room is pretty freaking small for a king
- Is it ridiculous to buy a canopy bed to go in such a small apartment?
- Bed A is $600 less than Bed B.
- Note that the top bed has a footboard, which might close off the small space even more. But, oh, I love that bed! I haven't seen it in person, though ...
Ugh, sometimes I think I should just change my name to Julia Goolia and start anew.
PS. In case any of my regular blog readers are confused, I am very much a free agent, as it were. It's hard to pin me down ;)
Which means that soon a groundswell of support will grow for software that easily blocks their URLs for a specified period of time, so, in moments of weakness (which for me is like 95% of the time), you can't look at their pages to see gorgeous photos of their new girlfriend, who is from Brazil and has inner thighs which don't touch each other. Bitch.
M---, the computer science guy I dated last year, developed his own makeshift version when we broke up and he didn't want to be able to access my blog, lest he read about the places I was vacationing with the new guys I was dating. Totally understandable. (I think he might have even blocked Gawker as well. Even smarter.)
I envision something like this: a simple platform that blocks whatever URLs you type in (including Facebook profiles, Flickr photostreams, even, yeah, Vimeo channels), for a limited period of time, which you can adjust accordingly.
Maybe you're PMSing and lord knows what sorts of mushy (or worse, bitter) crap you might leave on your ex's Facebook wall - you only need 3 days and you're back to rational thought. Or maybe you have a deadline and you really, really want to stop yourself from watching your not-quite-a-boyfriend's inane lip dubbing video for the 8th time, so you block his URL for 3 hours. Or maybe you realize you need to detox on celebrity gossip - and you block Perez Hilton's blog for 3 months!
So tech nerds, make it happen. Because honestly, I have work to do. And this whole personal-stuff-on-the-web thing? Very distracting.
He always said he would call when I finally moved out of my old boyfriend's place, and he had seen the Vimeo video I shot - as an odd coincidence, I was wearing the emerald earrings he gave me last Christmas. I guess that's what prompted him to call.
It was so weird to hear his voice. But what was even more odd was that I didn't feel ... the way I thought I would. I was so angry and hurt when he stopped speaking to me, but god, now I'm incredibly glad he did. It was the only way to really move on. I mean, I care about him, I always will. I still think about him. But I'm pretty happy right now, and despite my continuing commitment-phobia, I'm enjoying my current love life.
I used to think that when I felt emotions about men while I was in relationships, that was the way things were and they would always be that way - because I felt them so strongly! They HAD to be true! I was CONVINCED I would marry A--. Then I was CONVINCED I would marry M---. And now? I'm no longer convinced of anything. (For the record, those are the only two men I've ever considered marrying. And yeah, neither are my ex-fiance. The irony does not escape me.)
I can't decide if the realization that it's difficult to trust yourself or your feelings in love is frightening and sort of depressing, or if it's empowering and sort of a relief. Maybe a little of both. I think the end result is that I'm more likely to enjoy the moments of falling and being in love, because I know they're ephemeral ... you might as well savor them while you can, right?
Below, a few photos from the Soho book party.
with the lovely and very sweet Imogen Lloyd Webber
These guys all had British accents. Three of them were single.
Guess which one flirted the hardest? Hint: not the single one!
with Meghan Asha and Emily Gould
It's in Emily's Gawker contract that she has to roll her eyes in photographs with me.