Friday Confessions.

Here’s a thing: I’m a bitchy teenager and a spendthrift. And an adult.

Exhibit A: There’s a woman who has recently come back to belly dancing class. I thought she was a reasonable person, if not the kind of person I’d be great friends with. But it turns out that, some eight years ago, when E and I were first getting together, she cornered him and asked why he was ‘getting with that dumpy bitch’, meaning me. Now, I don’t really want to be friends with her. Because she was bitchy a whole eight years ago. And I sort of think she’s ugly. Because she said I was. Hello, I thought I’d moved past grade 10, but apparently, I haven’t. I wish I could surmount this, because I do love belly dancing class, and I’d like to feel like I did last night, when she wasn’t there: safe and happy.

Also, I am bound to go into debt going to the UK in April. But I don’t care! Fiscal responsibility, be damned! I am going on an adventure!

Fiscal responsibility is one thing, but I actually bought travel insurance. Travel Insurance! Like an adult! I know it’s smart, but I kind of feel like I’m straying from my seat-of-the-pants traveler roots, even though that is not even the case. It’s smart to be insured. I just never have been before.

So this week I’m confessing to being meaner and both less and more cautious. Waffler that I am.

You wanna say something?

7 Comments to “Friday Confessions.”

  1. By rachel, February 29, 2008 @ 7:15 am

    OMG, which belly-dancing bitch is this? Cuz I’ll break into her crib and fuck her up for ya.

  2. By stephanie, February 29, 2008 @ 10:00 am

    I have a tendency for cattiness. Especially with too much wine.

    I’m not sure I have an confessions this week. I was busy both in work and in life. I need to stop and breathe.

  3. By Liz, February 29, 2008 @ 11:32 am

    Waah, Rachel, you’re so gangsta! I don’t know if you even noticed her. Her name is Laura. She has an unpleasant face (to me, anyhow).

    Stephanie, sometimes I think catty is me default mode. It’s tough to hear what’s in my brain and still think I’m okay with myself.

  4. By Duncan, February 29, 2008 @ 11:42 am

    Oh I’m going to the UK in May. Too bad our trips don’t coincide. That would be wacky.

  5. By Arwen, February 29, 2008 @ 4:26 pm

    I never can think of a good confession. But during the week, I think of one, and then forget again.

  6. By Beth, March 1, 2008 @ 1:41 am

    Alright you, going to the UK! Fiscal be damned. Cliche alert: in old age, nobody ever wishes they had spent more time working and less time having fun.

  7. By Liz, March 1, 2008 @ 11:48 am

    Duncan, that would be cool.

    Arwen, it’s okay. You can also phone and rant at any time during the week.

    Beth, thank you! It’s a cliche because it’s true!

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