It's raining...raindrops!

It's Saturday night. All I want to do is get dressed up, hit the town for a tall Long Island, and dance like a maniac to Lady Gaga. But nooo. It's raining. And I'm broke. And, oh yeah, I don't have many new friends yet here in beloved old D-town. So, I sit. I sit, and I drink beer from a can. In-are you ready for this Giraldo?! - a hoodie! The humanity!

I suppose I should cut myself some slack. Not that any machine washable attire is normally in my wardrobe, but I have been pushing myself like a drill Sargent with yoga. I think I'm definitely the most fit I've been in my life-that's one plus to being unemployed! Which, is good since I usually come home and spend the evening making a ginormous calorie laden feast with whatever mish mash I can unearth from under Disney lunch pails and juice boxes in the fridge....It's amazing how quickly your sense of self can begin to crumble being unemployed and having few financial resources; so I try and hold on to the little things, like yoga. Like, photography, and cooking. Maybe one day, I'll even get good at this blog thing! It's like you have this life checklist: I finally found the right man, and the right city, the right car, now I just need the right job and the right house, oh and if we could just freeze time for a little bit while I gather these things, that'd be great! Then my little Barbie dream life will be complete! I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I'm just trying to document the struggle with humor, in hopes that it helps. We all have our paths, I'm just trying to find mine. It's a long and winding, and glorious road full of beauty and surprise, but it can really suck sometimes. For now, I will just have to be content that I am warm and dry, drink my beer, watch some more bad sketch comedy on Netflix, and try and convince myself that maybe one day, if I try really, really hard, I won't need my little list anymore.