New things

The eye-lick-guy is back.

On this very blog, Sunday, December 16, 2007, I mentioned the "eye licker" (who I'd met on match.com in Arizona) had found me again on match.com, and mentioned his cross streets -- he lived very close to my NYC apmt. I never responded.

Now, once again, he has started contacting me. Again, ignored him. I had a friend a couple years ago who was also being contacted by this eye licker, though she hadn't actually gone out w/ him before. So clearly it's not just me.

I'm getting into meditation.

I'm taking this Budhist class. Sometimes, when they say "Budha" I get this silly song in my head from college, called "Big Budha" or I think of the restaurant Budhakan. And that remindeds me of a friend I went to Budhakan with, and she was extremely allergic to milk. And it turned out the dumplings were made with cream. She'd already eaten them, and worried she'd have to immediately rush home (since they made her so sick). So I convinced her to go throw up in the bathroom, and went for moral support -- and some girls we didn't know well stared at us blankly, as they clearly were wondering if we had eating disorders. My friend looked at me and said "Do I look bullemic? No. I clearly eat and keep it down." These are the stories that make it difficult to just breathe and not think thoughts.

I've become clean.

By that, I mean I always do my dishes. I never had a drug problem.
I don't know when this change occurred, but it's much nicer to have a spoon when I need one, and not need to eat cereal out of a coffee cup. I once heard of someone who ate soup out of a tea kettle. I'm glad I didn't get that far gone.

Um, the shellac manicure is amazing!

That term for it makes it sound like they varnish your nails with plaster or something. And maybe they do? I don't care what they did, but it's stayed on for 10 days and is going strong. This could really simplify my life, assuming I can find additional half-price vouchers.

I have bar burnout

As much as I love NYC completely, I've been to too many bars. They now all look the same to me, regardless of whether it's the nicest Meatpacking club with bottle service, or the diviest biker bar with $3 drinks where my friends are afraid to walk inside. They're just boxes with different things on the walls and different prices. I still appreciate ambiance because I like design, but I'm actually getting tired of liquor.

Meaning.

I noticed recently that a lot of people are really boring, and I think I'm starved for some meaning. Purpose. Reason. Not just words falling out of mouths. I think I'm going to give up sugar and liquor and boring conversations and just eat a lot of lettuce and brown rice. And do meaningful things.

Neighbors

I really was a fan of my neighbor's taste in music for the longest time, and it was nice to not have to put on my own music. It was a nice mix of "We found love," and Adele and a bit of hip hop. But lately it's been a lot of generic techno. I'm a bit disappointed in them.