Friday Random Musings

So it's been a productive week all around. Some random stuff:

I'm still working on my little IRS project (it's a lot of years of paperwork to plow through), and let me tell you the weirdest thing: I've finally been telling my friends about it, and as I've "come out of the closet" I've been quite surprised to find out that a lot of people have one issue or another with the IRS. Seriously, there should be a support group, because as I've been telling people about it, I've seen this mixture of recognition and relief on several friends' faces. Interesting, admitting a basic financial irresponsibility or money management issue is like admitting you have a drug or alcohol problem.

As far as the job search goes, something very promising has been happening this week. I'll know more next week, so I'll be able to reveal more. I'm feeling a little superstitious and don't want to jinx it, but suffice it to say that whenever a company is willing to fly you to another city to meet more people at the home office, it can only be a good sign, right?

A Tibetan man told me that people with big foreheads are destined to have good lives. And since I'm sportin' a fivehead, I guess that means I'll be the next megaball winner or something.

My ex-boyfriend just walked by the window of the coffee shop, spotted me, and squooched his juicy pout at me. Cute.

I went out for a drink with Racer X the other day, and sitting at the bar was a brunette. Cute, youngish, and kind of perky. Then she started talking. Bloody hands of Jesus! Twenty minutes into telling us a story about her cat, I felt my eyes glaze over and all I could think was, "Wow, this girl never wants to have sex EVER again." Found out later that her "kind of perky" is generally fueled by cocaine. Not surprising, considering that this corner of 2nd Avenue and 5th Street IS the Portal To Hell, and the steps apparently are paved with coke. Yuk. What a loathsome drug. I can't help but feel superior to people who do coke.

Then again, I'm positive there are people who feel the same way about me because I am sleeping with a married guy. Dan Savage on cheating:

"The pros? Sex, excitement, variety. The cons? Discovery, breakup, hellfire. Every idiot knows those pros and cons, including you. But here's a pro that's rarely acknowledged: Sometimes cheating can save a long-term relationship. Sometimes only cheating makes it possible for a sexually rejected partner to stay in a relationship that's worth preserving for other good, valid reasons—like kids, for instance. And sometimes only cheating makes it possible for a person whose partner has a chronic, debilitating illness to stay put and stay sane. In these cases, cheating isn't just the right thing to do; it's the decent and honorable thing to do. Some fuckwits, of course, piously insist that Cheating Is Always Wrong. To the CIAW crowd, I say this: Fuck you, you self-righteous Pollyanna fucktards. I am so sick of CIAW types insisting with one breath that sex and sexual exclusivity are hugely important. Even the contemplation of an affair, to say nothing of its consummation, represents an unforgivable betrayal. And then in the very next breath, CIAWers insist that sex is so unimportant, so colossally trivial, that a person should be able to go without—forever! —if their mate is unwilling or incapable.You can't have it both ways, CIAWers. If sex is hugely important, then people can't be faulted for wanting some; if it's unimportant, then it shouldn't be seen as a huge betrayal when some poor fuckers, under duress, are forced to get their needs met elsewhere." So there.

Why do people who are married or in a couple keep insisting that I must be unhappy because I am not married or in a couple? Or that deep down, I really want children? Nyet! Nyet! Nyet! They shake their heads sadly when I mention that I have a married sex-buddy and say things like "You deserve more." Ummm, folks? I don't WANT more. In fact, I'm perfectly content to have a guy who comes over for two hours, pleasures me in ways that leave me weak, then goes back to New Jersey where he belongs. Though I do admit, other than his oral dexterity, he is quite tall and I can get him to change the lightbulb in my kitchen fixture that I can't reach.