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Name: joyce
Country: United States
State: New York
Gender: Female
Interests: ballroom. reading. writing. california. sleeping. laughter. friends. correspondence. interior design. planning. travel. water. new york. dance. music. chinese. npo's. pens. conservation. style. sustainable development. cooking. movies.
Occupation: kick ass kid
Industry: fashion
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/15/2003
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| jon: did you work out today?
joyce: uhm, what?
jon: did you work out today?
joyce: well, i danced for the first time in six months over the weekend and i'm really sore. wahhhh
jon: [judgemental silence elapses] okay, tomorrow you're going to get up and say, "i am not a little bitch" and then -
joyce: [dutifully] i am not a little bitch
jon: you're going to run 4 miles in under 40 minutes -
joyce: WHAT? are you kidding me?
jon: then you're going to go home, you're going to do 8 minute abs and stretches, you're going to go to work, then go to bed. and in the morning, you're going to get up and say, "i am not a little bitch" -
joyce: i am not a little bitch!
jon: and you're going to do it again. done.
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| i don't know about you all, but i only accept/extend facebook friendship if i actually know the person in some capacity (some capacity being an extremely loose concept, for example the best friend of someone i happened to have chatted to on the phone randomly once). today i was trolling through my homepage reading updates and saw an update for someone who rings absolutely zero bells. no idea who this person is, and how we even got to be friends. paging through pictures also rings no bells... lovely. i felt a bit twitchy, to be honest. now i'm trying to decide if i should unfacebook said person because it's a twitchy situation, or if i should just let sleeping dogs lie while i try to figure out if i know him or not...
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| jenn: did you make sure your work clothes don't smell for tomorrow?
joyce: i made sure of that last week. it cost me $7.04 and is called febreeze.
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| well, there's no time like the dark of the night (oh, 1 a.m. the dark of the night - how old i grow!) to wax philosophic about all sorts of things.
tonight, methinks the topic shall be growing old. now, i know this is a subject that, strangely, plagues young twenty somethings when they realize holy crap, no, they're not exactly kids anymore, it's not exactly cool to lean on the 'rents for money, and yes, people may judge if you end up asleep in a strange toilet covered with unidentified goob, the way they might overlook said situaiton with a college student (er, not to say that this has actually happened to me... any of it, in fact, but i'm going to plead the fifth from here on out). i dig that plaguish vibe, i see that possibly, for the first time, we catch a glimpse in the mirror of age - that we don't burn through the cheeseburger calories as quickly, that the complexion or the head don't hold up quite as well after an intimate night with g-goose and agave love.
and yet - i find myself relishing the side benefits of age. sure, who doesn't want to be hot (or however hot you think you are, as a function of your age) as long as possible? but i find myself learning and growing all the time, gaining experience and insight and most importantly perhaps acceptance and hope as time rolls by. that was disgustingly cheesy, so i'll continue in a more cavalier though no less sincere fashion. okay, so insights and wisdoms would be:
- yo, get over the past and get diggity with the future. the past makes you who you are, that's true, but don't get hung up over the stuff people get hung up over. it's not going to change, but the future can, so why don't you just calm down, learn the relevant lessons, and like i said get diggity.
- figure out what you want, and be okay with the next step as an accomplishment of that directive. i think i always felt like i had to have a huge master plan, and the last time that happened (getting into college) i basically went dysfunctional after the accomplishment. probably because there's no such thing as a master plan, and that there's always going to be something else to do. what next? it's probably the spirit that should drive your life rather than specific goals, though obviously specific goals are jiggy as well.
damn, i sound patronizing and hopelessly young and self-important, even to me. that being said, i think we can all appreciate the idealism and arrogance of youth, and while my realizations might not be particularly original or even awesome, i think they've been part of my growing up process and i value sharing them with ye few good men... and women. i wanted to throw the word "olde" in there because i thought it'd be appropriate, but i couldn't swing it.
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| random things i've been pondering...
- to what degree does your job turn you into an asshole... or rather, life? i feel like i entered college relatively sweet (or so i heard) and positive, and 6 years later i'm mean, cranky, and cocky. well, at least i'm confident now. -__- i hear it when i order take out, utility people on the phone, hanging up on telemarketers... afterwards i wince, and then i blink, forget, and move on.
- why is it that 3 months after moving in, i only look 3/4 moved in? and by 3/4, i actually mean something like 1/2. boxes line the wall of my living room, and i can only tell you where about 50% of my stuff is. seriously, i have literally twice as much space as i need. old habits (living in shoeboxes in nyc) die hard. i still dream of a tiny studio in a hip area of NYC... someday, someday. meanwhile, the pink shaker i got for my birthday continues to hang out on my kitchen counter and tempt me at least twice a day. fortunately i haven't quite hit that low yet.
- my friend who got married last year told me she legally changed her name today and for some reason i totally freaked out... yikes! guess someone's got a case of commitment-phobia! it's going to be joycemlee for a good long time folks...
- sometimes it grosses me out when i'm on my healthy kicks. for example, today i somehow ate carrots, avocado, cucumber, pear, orange, dried apricot, and an asian pear. no joke, i'm going to have to hit the bathroom hardcore later right? ... that's disgusting, joyce. but healthy!
okay folks, i'm not terribly inspired right now... :/ sorry! you should leave hilarious thoughts, etc. and hopefully my mojo will come back and i can return your joyness tenfold.
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