Each day I work in corporate America I feel a little part of myself slip away. I never thought I would be doing something I was not passionate about. It’s funny that I can’t be the person I want to be. I never thought I would live my life this way and feel so unfulfilled.
I want to get pink and blue highlights and wear anything I fancy. I’m sick of being a drone and feeling like I am one of the lucky ones because I still have a job. It is just that. A job. I shouldn’t feel like I have to conform to some white bread standard. I want to have fun and laugh and have meaning. I miss talking to people who have creativity and inspiration oozing from their pores. I hate being “ma’am” when I venture to the mall after work. Maybe I’m feeling old, want to recapture that feeling of youth. I hope I’m just ready for change.
Why is it men don’t want women in racing? Oh, yeah! They want to “talk” things out when something’s not fair. Get over it, bitch. Milka is not the first driver to fail to let someone pass and she will not be the last. Get out you aggression on the track. Get even on the track. Milka’s never going to win a race so why do you care if you can’t pass her during practice? It’s just practice! Now go stomp your feet and pout your way back to your pit, sweetie.
Birds in the morning and cupcakes from Cramer’s
Dueling pianos and salty margaritas
Laying in bed Sunday all afternoon and doing nothing
These are a few of my favorite things
Sales at Crate & Barrel and blue Louboutins
Gnocchi and samosas and pancakes from PJs
Russian girls who live with their hearts on their sleeve
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in spring dresses who drink beers at Triumph
Sephora’s free samples and cool ocean sprays
Taking the train to NY or DC
These are a few of my favorite things
When Falcon bites
When John Thain stings
When the market tanks
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeel soooooooooooo bad
