wish I could function on my own...

Apparently I am unable to make choices for myself. Like if I should sell a table or not. It's becoming a problem.

When does my wanting to hear opinions about what I should do turn into my mom bossing me around everywhere? Because that's what has happened and it is driving me bonkers. She is unable to make clear why I should not sell this fucking table, and just repeats the same point over and over: "You're not going to get what you paid!" I KNOW THAT, THANKS.

bzz bzz! schick hydro silk razor review

So here is the deal, folks! I am a Bzz Agent, which means that I get products to try and review for free, and you all get the benefit of the review and maybe some coupons if you are lucky ;).

I recently received the Schick Hydro Silk Razor to try. I loved the handle design (very good grip, rubberized, does not slip!), and I liked the razor head, The razor itself was really wide, which for me meant fewer strokes, especially since there were 5 razor blades. The hydrating band around the razor head was really nice while shaving, though it didn't keep my legs nice and soft, I still needed lotion afterward. I definitely recommend this razor!

"I'm allllll alooooooone..."

Forever alone, emotionally stunted, etc. etc.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

giving some thought to life

I've lived here in Florida for just over a year. I like that it's warm most of the time, there are beaches and pools, and everyone knows how I feel about the water. I like being near my sister, and my niece and nephew, and I've even got a couple of friends. But all the same, I still feel very temporary. I don't know where I am going to end up, and I feel like I want to become one of those people who just travels around the country looking for a place to call home.

I know virtually nothing about New York. But I just finished reading a blog post and I got this wild fancy... what if I moved to New York? It certainly would be interesting. I've been thinking about the pros and cons of it. I know nothing about the neighborhoods, and nothing about the city (other than I have been there twice to visit...). I know that I like musicals. I know that I like cool neighborhoods, making small spaces work, and pre-war apartments.

I do continue to have thoughts about moving. I love the heat of Florida, the beaches, the pools... I love that. But I miss my friends, some of whom are in New York. Besides, the TV shows make it seem like such fun (and we all know the TV is JUST like real life). Other cities I have considered include Portland, OR, Asheville, NC, as well as back to Detroit.

Things I could like about New York:

• I already have friends there.
• Lots to see and do all the time.
• New and exciting!
• The apartments!

Things I may not like about New York:

• Walking EVERYWHERE*
• It's expensive. (But is it really? I already pay more than $1000 a month to live by myself down here.)
• Then again, it's very busy.
• I don't do all that well with change. (Though with friends there, it would be an improvement.)

I don't think I am quite fashionable enough for New York. I should probably move somewhere like Utah and be trendy, and everyone would be all "ooh, look at her, she's wearing makeup." And the idea of moving somewhere else sort of gives me a headache. I mean, what do I pack, what don't I pack, do I drive there, do I fly and have someone mail things to me? What about Penny? Would she like it? I would need a new job, which would be good since I hate my current company. I wonder how SLPs are paid in NYC.

Let's be honest, I'm not moving, unless someone encourages me. I'm waiting for a sign.

*To be fair, walking everywhere would probably be a good thing.

I joined pottermore, you guys.

I just joined Pottermore, and I got sorted into Hufflepuff. I'm not sure I can describe it more accurately than telling you that at first I was like

And then like

But now I'm like

EDIT: Also, Hispter Cat likes Hufflepuff, so...

just a quick post before bed...

Sometimes I wonder how I come to be friends with people who are so different-minded than myself. Here I was, thinking that racism -- in any extreme -- was an old-fashioned idea, and that people my age would just be over that by now. Not so! It turns out that I was being ignorant my thinking these things.

I have a new friend down here who I would classify as someone who is rather bigoted in her ideas. "Racist" seems like a harsh word. She's not out there committing hate crimes, but makes comments that make me uncomfortable. It makes me unsure of our friendship. I like her a lot, and we've become close, but her old-fashioned ideas make me wince.

I do think (as the song from Avenue Q says) that everyone's a little bit racist. But I also don't think that anyone should allow that to completely shape their view of another person. We all judge based on looks (race notwithstanding), but can we strive to dig a little deeper?

on friends and finding a man

Steve is visiting. Yay!

Steve and I, on his 21st. Old picture, but it's still cute!

We're headed to Busch Gardens tomorrow, and hopefully silliness and fun ensues.

My friends have convinced me to join Plenty of Fish, which I did. Which prompted about 12 guys to be like "u r sexi" and just send me poetic messages, such as "Hi", or my favorite so far: "Hry". Where's the romance? The attempt to woo? It doesn't help that I feel like I am lying to the world when I put up pictures like this:

When I really look like this.

I'm a mess, really.