Louboutin's and Cadillac's

I just put a fresh coat on my nails, so I am trying to type carefully. Today was lame. I worked until twelve and then went home and slept until two-thirty. I haven't been able to get more then four hours asleep a night, and caved into my need for a siesta. After the nap I showered and went for a walk and ended up buying some tights (it's getting colder). That was about the most exciting part of the day. It's now seven-thirty and I am pondering books on tape and a cup of mint tea. Seriously? I am almost dangerous with excitement and surprises.

As I was on my way home I was standing at a crosswalk, waiting for the light, when a man, dressed in business attire, lit a joint. I kid you not, he must have been late thirty's, shiny shoes, briefcase in one hand. I just stood there trying not to stare. I then realised that his joint gave off a distinct marijuana-tootsie roll sent. Seriously, it smelled like tootsie roll-weed. I love tootsie rolls, and took to walking behind the man for a couple blocks (we seemed to be walking in the same direction, I did not follow him). I wanted to be the female version of this man. Pencil skirt, a pair of Christian Louboutin's, and Zac Posen briefcase, and a tootsie roll joint. Dr. Sylvia always said it was good to have a goal.

I'm listening to some Cash tonight. Makes me think of Nashville, which makes me happy. I like to think about Cadillac's too, gold one's, with gold spoke rims. I've got to keep my mind busy, concentrate on the future and trying to look forward to moving home.

A Swiss friend of mine tried to convince me to stay after my apprenticeship last night. We met about four years ago and although we see each other only a couple times a year, I consider him a good friend. I tried to tell him that I don't have anything to stay for. That Chung will be fine without me, and that my time is just up. When I asked him what he thought I should stay for, he replied, for him.
I don't know what is up with all of this. I have been single for a little over a month and although in one sense it's totally flattering, and makes my ego feel a lot better, I'm just not sure what to do with any of this! Guys are coming out of the wood work, that I haven't talked to in months, wanting to meet up, and I'm finding myself not ready for any of it. And like I said, I won't deny that it feels good, but really, how flattering is it when you know that none of them are viable options? I don't want to complain, it's better then being treated like a leper. I'm just not there yet. What is going to prevent me from being totally wrong again? I'm happy where I am at the moment, I just hope I can hold on to the last of my guy friends over here without caving into a snuggle. It's hard being lady.

Listen to Kate Nash, I've got her on replay and she is AWESOME. Trust me, I'm usually right about this kind of thing. (Last year I told you to listen to Amy Winehouse and I was on the mark with that one!)