Charming, but single

I feel as if I’m in a bad relationship with this blog. I want to be loving and attentive, but I can’t figure out how to juggle everything. I’m always caught in the middle, with lame excuses and promises to show more affection. But I can never get a hold of it and always let other things distract me.

I’m not giving up. No no no. Relationships are hard work. Why should this be any different?

Gentle readers, my life has been a blur lately. My boss is going on vacay for a bit, so I made him (a very conservative) list of my pending projects. Holy crap. I almost cried. I do nothing but deal with ASAP requests and listen to conference calls lately. My brain is thoroughly fried.

I don’t even think I’m fun to go out with anymore, because I am a fountain of knowledge about my subject area. The group/service I do PR for? I swear, I used to never think I’d be rattling off stats and such, but I am a walking encyclopedia of random information. And I can slip it in to any conversation. Without even meaning to.

Sigh.

And there are so many things I could write about. My new, terribly on sale, itsy-bitsy Kenneth Cole bag! How I have totally been “girl dating” (as This Fish puts it) for weeks! My mom’s oh-so-helpful advice on how to pick a man! How I decided not to move into a particular apartment because it was not compatible with my shoes! A tirade on how past flings should be cordial to each other, instead of acting as if the other person has an extra nose growing out the side of his/her face or something!

Sigh. Any of that appeal to you?

I’m off to apartment hunt and eyebrow wax. I’ll try to, like, do something blogworthy while I’m out.