The party's really kickin' tonight. I can hear them through the paper thin walls.

Can't damper my mood, though.

I don't like writing about what a good mood I am in... hah, but I never hesitate to do so when I'm a mess.

When I was in first grade there was this kid Arnold who would tell a different girl each week.. or even day... that he liked her and he'd marry her. So they'd get married or "go out". I forget. I was one of the hearts trampled on in his rampage through Mrs. Kuiken's first grade class.
So, I got an idea. I got all the girls together and one day at recess we went up to him --holding hands, mind you-- and said in unison We're breaking up with you!

Ah, Kate's first demonstration of women empowerment and not putting up with shit. I think that Confidence, Knowing What You Should Take Or Shouldn't, Imagination, Fearlessness ... are things that we lose over time.
But it comes back in baby steps. Like maybe you pumped up your bike tires by yourself. Or maybe you got mice for two customers for the first time after actively avoiding it for months. And that feeling .. knowing there weren't any other workers around and it had to be done b/c the customer looked impatient.. and you Had to do it.. no choice.. takes the fear out of you when there is no choice.

Anyway.. the look on Arnold's face was priceless.

Okay. Hopefully I'm exhausted enough to fall asleep. I must be sinking to their level because instead of asking them to be quiet I shot a look at one of the girls and shut my door.. but it didn't slam loud enough so I made it slam.

oh shame, kate.