- - Friday, May 07, 2004 Omg, does she have her wipers on? So I realize that I should have known this long ago, but I've decided that there are just not enough hours in a day...to do anything. I mean, working...cleaning...the occasional 3-4 hours of sleep, repeat that sequence times 5 and you've got yourself the "week of champions". Better known as pre-TGIF. It's hard for me to wrap my fat head around the fact that we're almost half way through 2004, and I have so much yet to get accomplished for this year. A nice little rewind button would suffice. I'm quite notorious for taking a look at the big picture, hyperventilating for a bit, then trying to muddle through a strategy of checking things off the "to do" list. This may have kept it's weight back when my responsiblities were so few, but I'm not going to float on the sea of success in life unless I learn that success is a daily thing...not a final outcome. Setting attainable goals everyday, reaching them, smackin' them in the ass with a "I knew I could do it" grin on your face is so much more...gratifying. Another well known fact that I'm reminded of daily is that no one can argue with me better than me. I can argue myself into a 4"x 7" mailing envelope (trust me, I've measured), and still come out of the quarrel more confused than ever. It's maybe because at this point in my humble existance, I'm doing more things that actually matter. Not just to me, but to others. Sometimes I feel like becoming comfortable with my self and my decisions is much like learning to drive a car. There's too many times that I have wanted to put on my turning signal, only to flip the windshield wipers while in traffic for all to see you - on a perfectly rain-less day - in traffic with your wipers swishing away. Yes. To me, mistakes feel like that. But I'ma learnin', folks. I am. Speaking of mistakes, one of them was walking into my starbucks without much make up on. I've been swamped with work on and off the net that I haven't made my bi-weekly visits to SB in a while. And the day I say "Self, you deserve a mocha", who is behind the counter to ring me up? Ednil. Yes, a.k.a. Starbucks Hottie. I don't know if it was because I haven't been around, but I just froze up like a retard. But sure enough, he spotted me: "Hey April! How are you, girl?" "Eh, hey Ednil! I'm pretty good...tired, but good." He seemed overly quiet, yet very sweet and smiley today. I said it was good to see him, telling him that I've become a stranger to my favorite hang out as of late. He proceeded to make the bomb-ass frappacino, and flashed a smile that gets me everytime. Now, I'm a grown-ass woman, but why do I insist on interacting with him on this junior high level? It's almost like it can't be helped or something. Eh, I should have brought the laptop and stayed a while.

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