You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold.

I'm not handy girl, but when I go to make a bowl of cereal because the thought of the onset of osteoporosis sometimes makes me get out of bed at night and chug straight from the carton, and I open the fridge and the milk I just bought is completely chunky, I can surmise that the fridge is broken. It was really gross; I spent the night cleaning up that disaster. I also set up my Pandora station, which really is the only reason I am blogging right now, so I can occupy ma. (U2--All I want is you is on right now. Reality bites, Wynona Rider so so sad over a breakup that she just lays in bed and smokes. Awesome.)

I haven't seen one person outside of work who I know since Saturday. Usually this would freak me out, but I am going to embrace the aloneness. Tomorrow I am going to do a first. I have to get up early to take my mom's boyfriend's mother's cat (yeah.) to the vet. So, I am getting up, putting on a pretty dress and going to breakfast all by myself. I have never gone to a restaurant alone before. I get nervous just waiting for someone for more than 5 minutes. So, I am facing it, Holly Golightly style. Here's a pretty picture of my love, Audrey:





Really, Pandora has changed my life. Listen to Damien Rice. And Mia and Jonah: Smile. These songs/artists that I have just met have made me so happy and so sad.