Who does your life belong to?

Today, May 10, marks the one year anniversary of when I started to really understand what it really means to be a warrior.

I've been making paper kites at work. I've spent the last three shifts cutting things out, gluing them together, and placing copious amounts of ribbon around them in order to make tails. My first few attempts were a little.. weird. One of them looks like a paisley tinted bottom feeder, another like a misdirected chair caning project. I am amazed that they still let me near the craft table. I still haven't figured my manager out. He appears to be genuine, though reminds me of a particularly bitchy gentleman I used to work with a million years ago in another life time. He's always fairly chill about things, usually puts a good spin on stuff-- it's consistent.. I can't yet tell if it's real or not. As with many of the things I encounter that are pretty good, I usually assume they are too good.. and, in their goodness, unreal. I keep expecting him to turn around and say something snarky.. hasn't yet. It could be that he is (gasp!) just a nice person!! Weird!!

Anyway.

We were going to go to the beach, but, alas one NI decided that another two hours of my life was to be taken and wasted on mostly useless or overkill/overload information, we did not. My idea in order to recover, after I retrieved myself from the funk I had allowed myself to sink into, was as follows:

"So tell me if you like this idea: we stay here, play video games? later get some beer? Saute those boneless spare ribs with some onions? Maybe throw them on a pizza? Hang out? Maybe watch a movie?"

"Am I awake?" He pinches himself.

Yes. It's true. It only occurred to me after I got through the confusion surrounding his question that I am actually a dude, parading around in a short girl body. Video games. Beer. Pizza. Ribs. Movie. Dude.

I just wrote the most useless-to-an-outsider-e-mail known to man. I maintain that it's important. About as important as how I feel about the next huge life jump I make.

So. There you go.

Also, last shift at work I was supposed to make clothes for little paper dolls. The one I made? Straight out of Boogie Nights..