In any case, I may be back or I may be compelled to train for another race, so we’ll just have to play it by ear. No matter what, thanks for reading to my good friends and to the random people I never knew but only saw on my statistics count.

Peace out.

The last of my work events is happening this weekend and I’ll be more willing to spend extra time on a computer after it. Not many changes since the last update. I’m still blissfully happy with HSC — one month strong!

More coming soon!

And I’ll have left overs for work tomorrow. Yum.

Certainly, safety comes to mind as a potential reason to slow down. But after serving my time on the hellish streets of West LA, I can categorically say I am the safest fastest driver you’ll ever meet. (Though, after 5 years away from that dreadful place, my skills may be a bit lacking.) If one wants to get anywhere in a reasonable amount of time, one must be an aggressive asshole. Because everyone else around you is, and when in Rome…. My poor mother used to hand me her car keys, shell-shocked from the experience of getting off the 405 in the middle of rush hour traffic. I remember giving her advice on the Los Angeles Rules of the Road:

“Do not, I repeat DO NOT stop at yellow lights. You’ll be rear-ended. Yellow means green.”

“Sometimes red means green too. Especially if you’re turning at an unprotected left. It is totally acceptable to be the 3rd or 4th car running a red light on a left turn.”

“Don’t use your turn signal. That just prompts people to speed up and NOT let you in.”

If safety wasn’t going to be a good enough reason, perhaps the fact that you only save a few MINUTES by speeding would. Nope. Notsomuch. It doesn’t matter that I’d shaved off three minutes of my time by driving at break-neck speeds. No matter that I was constantly on the look-out for highway patrol.

No.

What finally did it? After noticing that my tank wasn’t totally empty at the 240 mark (which it usually is) I realized I had been driving a little slower recently. So, I decided to drive slow for the entire tank and you know what?

I GAINED 50 MILES ON MY TANK. Upped my MPG to 20 (versus the barely 18 I was getting). That’s a one-way trip to OC to visit my HSC (which is progressing along nicely).

So yes. I drive slow now. Call me grandma, call me whatever. I’m not going over 70 on the freeway. And that’s okay. Though now I’m looking again at a motorcycle option because you just can’t beat 50 miles to the gallon….

vroom vroom, baby.

1. Work
So, my job did a serious number on my body/sleep pattern/general well-being this past month. Having a three-day event in September only to prepare for a two-day event in October does not bode well for the being social/keeping up with people/wanting any kind of human interaction. We have another event in November — our high-class luxury dinner auction for which I am trying to earn myself a room at the Lowe’s Coronado Bay Resort. The rooms there are NOT to be believed. In the words of SD’s mother *blue hydrangea noise.* Or in other words, FUCKING AMAZING.

2. Love life
If you had told me a few weeks ago that I would reconnect with someone I knew in high school and it would be this ridiculously amazing fit, I might have laughed in your face. Or said something along the lines of “I’m not ready” or “I’m not looking” or “I’m not *something*.” Of course, the moment you’re not really looking or caring about being in a relationship, it just falls into your lap. This time, it seems, the higher power looking out for yours truly decided to drop an amazing specimen of the male species into my lap, totally redeeming my idea of the way men should behave. (Without going into too many details, it turns out my ex now has a 2 month-old son who was conceived while we were dating. Karma is most certainly a bitch who bites.) In any case, this is not about the ex, but about this new suitor. As previous posts have indicated, all is well in the land of love in my world. And it just keeps getting better — something I am SO NOT accustomed to. I think this may be my reward for putting up with my ex for so long. Or maybe, I’m just finally in a place where I know what I want, what I won’t put up with, and who I am making me ready for a *real* adult relationship. What’s so intoxicating about this person is there are NO GAMES. He just lays it on the line and I have nothing but respect for that. Because you know what? FUCK GAMES. What purpose do they really serve? Nothing but the ego, in my opinion. It’s just so incredibly refreshing to know where you stand. So yes. We had our technically second date last night, but it already feels like a lifetime. I keep telling myself not to get caught up… not to fall too hard… because what if? But, hell, what if “what if” never comes? I’m an enternal believer in throwing caution to the wind, no matter how bad it burns me. (Sorry for the mixed metaphor.) Despite my previous romantic missteps, you’re bound to get it right sometime, right? All I know is I’m happier with him that I’ve ever been in a previous relationship and it just feels RIGHT. Whether that remains for a moment or longer… well, that’s what I’m waiting to find out. So far, so good, though.

There’s not much else to report beyond that. There are only so many hours in a day, after all. Life is good and that’s all the matters at this moment.

yikes. giddy girl right here.

In any case, jessica – boyfriend – sex + patience = another attempt. I just made my appointment with the BeeHive (this ridiculously AMAZING place in Carlsbad and Carona del Mar) for tomorrow to try it again. Because, despite the above listed drawbacks of waxing, there are some major benefits too.

Razor burn being one of the major pros. And the whole hair-growing-back-slowly-and-softly thing too, does wonders.

But, of course, I’m still super immature, because I totally had to stifle my giggle when the appointment-taker asked “With or without the tush?”

Well, WITH, of course.

And away we go…

1. Mother Nature sure is fucking with us here in Southern California. My peace of mind comes from the fact that most of the area around me burned LAST year. That should make me at least a little safer, right?

2. The economy is fucking everyone right now. Thank god I still have my job. We’re not getting raises this year, but everyone keeps their job, so no one is complaining. And they’re even compensating for this fact by giving us additional personal days off, so I’ve got an extra week of vacation time.

3. Speaking of vacation, I’m hankering to travel again. I’m excited to head up to NorCal for HRH’s birthday in November… I’m hoping that my brother and I will take a snowboarding trip for x-mas, my friend Penguin has insisted I come and visit him in Hawaii (tough sell), and another friend wants to perhaps take an Alaskan cruise. I just want to get the heck out of Dodge for a little while. Another one of my co-workers is leaving us for the NYC Chapter and it turns out they’re hiring a graphic designer. I think if I hadn’t just bought a home a little over a year ago, I would have jumped at the opportunity. I definitely want to get out of California for an extended period of time (read: months… years?) but I’m also really happy with the life I’m building here in San Diego. I don’t want to say I’m stuck… but the idea of leaving is hard. Hopefully #2 will get better and moving won’t be so scary. There’s just nothing really holding me to my current locale (sans my job) and that kind of freedom inspires the want to move. I’m certainly not unhappy… I just crave change. I’m learning more and more to appreciate the unknown and uncertain. I thrive on chaos and what’s more chaotic than moving to a new destination?

anywho…. that’s the immediate thoughts that come to mind. I think it’s time for a nice long bath and some RELAXATION. Ain’t nothing wrong with a little chill out.

Speaking of Christmas though… I saw what I want at the starbucks. Too bad it’s ridonkulously expensive. Maybe if all my friends pooled together… Hey, I’m just saying…