Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Spring Cleaning Is In Order!

March Madness is over. Good thing, because I don't know about you, but there pretty much wasn't a single thing left for me that could have gone topsy-turvy.

You thought I was done, right?

Suckers.

Okay, so I've had an interesting month. Not a bad one, mind you, but an interesting one. Tomorrow is my last day of work. In a pleasant and unexpected twist of fate, I took a job with another agency and - although quite sad to leave behind Disneyland - am looking forward to a new opportunity. A higher position. Different accounts. And more money.

So tomorrow is my last day. It's time to pack up the portable water cooler, the clock-CD player, and the designated coffee mug, and say my goodbyes. Temporarily, mind you, since due to the Passover/Easter holidays, my official goodbye happy hour has been postponed until well after I start my new job.

By tomorrow night I will be on a plane to Ft. Lauderdale to see my parents and fry the living hell out of myself in a shamless attempt to convince anyone and everyone that I have been exposed to sunlight in the last five years. I love vacations. I sure hope this one involves true relaxation and not the knots in my stomach that I used to get in anticipation of checking my work email from the Web and wondering how many people are cursing the fact that I'm not returning their phone calls.

And all of this fascinating career news is not for lack of anything else interesting in my life, mind you.

I met a guy I really liked. We danced the little dance of phone calls and text messages and whatnot. I got sick of him. I met another guy. I drank a beer with him at St. Patty's Day. I started wondering what our children might look like if we procreated. He wandered off due to copious imbibing of alcohol and I haven't seen him since. (Although lucky me, I know him through mutual friends. "Coincidental" encounters just might happen again.) So I went back to my single ways and anxiously anticipated the yearly visit from my friend Chris, who dropped by this weekend on his way to moving to Tampa. Goodtimes. And now, through a series of odd circumstances and much to my chagrin, I kind of had the epiphany tonight that I think I am kind of falling in love with someone. I am a little hesitant to discuss it for many, many, many, many, many reasons, but mostly because I am still pretty uncomfortable with the idea and not quite sure how the f*ck to get myself out of this mess.

There is something about spring that convinces (or at least foolishly convinces) everyone to start anew. To embark on new adventures, to take chances on life, to hastily hump anything in sight that looks remotely attractive. And I fall into that shit every single spring. It is definitely the time of year where I evaluate everything that goes on in my life and figure out what's working and what's not. The only thing I can't reconcile is when life throws me a curveball and I realize that, like it or not, I am a victim of my own feelings toward someone else and in the words of Whitesnake, "Here I Go Again". Although hopefully not on my own. And also hopefully not with Tawny Kitaen dancing on the hood of my car because I paid good money for that vehicle and I'm guessing that her saggy, middle-aged, washed up ass would put a sweet dent in the hood. Not good.

posted by KA @ 12:28 AM