After Brian called me yesterday morning at work to give me a tele-bitch slap ("Girl, you just need to calm down. Everything will be fine."), I decided to take some wise advise and give myself a break.
I had just given official notice at the Monkey Firm, which was one of the most liberating moments of my entire life (You know, somewhere up there with getting my driver's license or my first Pocket Rocket). And realizing that all this Craig's List mania was just making me... manic, closed out of my interenet explorer, opened a box of Thin Mints and took a much needed deep breath.
And then I went shopping.
Two suits, two sweaters, two pair of kick-ass shoes later, dinner with one of my best gals and I was feeling like myself again. Who was that crazy woman? Yeah, don't know. But man, was she a freakshow.
Today is looking pretty promising, too, with a lead on a pricey (yipes), but doable apartment, and someone scheduled to come look at mine this weekend. We're definitely back to registering Excitement! on the Moving to New York Meter.
More excited, less anxious AND I've got new shoes?
Someone should totally be playing the Wonder Woman theme song when I walk in the room.
Posted by This Fish at March 5, 2004 09:11 AMI hope there's some floor space for a body to occupy after a night of dancing in that totally doable apartment in NY :)
Posted by: me at March 5, 2004 09:21 AMYou'd get a spot in my bed. Or the couch, at the very least. Silly girl. Way too good for the floor. :)
Posted by: Fish at March 5, 2004 09:22 AMGood to know the tele-bitch slap worked! WOO HOO! I should really charge for those ya know...but without further ado....
Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman.
All the world’s waiting for you,
And the power you possess.
In your satin tights,
Fighting for your rights
And the old Red, White and Blue.
Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman.
Now the world is ready for you
And the wonders you can do.
Make a hawk a dove,
Stop a war with love,
Make a liar tell the truth.
Wonder Woman,
Get us out from under, Wonder Woman.
All our hopes are pinned on you.
And the magic that you do.
Stop a bullet cold,
Make the Axis fall,
Change their minds, and change the world.
Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman.
You’re a wonder, Wonder Woman.
shoes always make me happy. go girl.
Posted by: mingaling at March 5, 2004 10:22 AMI suppose after a night of making out with you on the dance floor, I do deserve a spot in your bed :)
Posted by: me at March 5, 2004 10:50 AMOr, if not the Wonder Woman theme, AC/DC's "Back in Black."
Or did Sarah B. already claim that one?
Posted by: Lex at March 5, 2004 10:52 AMFreakshow? One can only imagine what self/innergoddess would have to say.
Posted by: EarlySeagull at March 5, 2004 10:55 AMOkay, I'm just going to cheer for New York (and myself) for a little while now....
Posted by: Paul Gutman at March 5, 2004 01:49 PM