4 posts tagged “blog”

my name is ally, and i'm addicted to karaoke nights. i love 'em. i can't help it. i don't even wanna help it. this is a week that will see me singin' my pants off three different nights at three different venues.

i'll get a record contract soon enough.

here's something that i came clean to one of my favorite co-workers about today. i think i should share with my faithful followers as well. i have this weird thing that happens sometimes when i see someone wearing an outfit that gets my brain moving. it could be an ugly outfit, a cool outfit, a bland outfit, an outfit i've seen the person wear dozens of times, a brand new outfit, there's really no specific type of outfit that sparks these thoughts i'm about to blog of. i'll imagine the person shopping and choosing the items they're wearing. this all started when i was a kid and went school clothes shopping with mom. i only got things that we agreed on. i guess sometimes in middle school and junior high i was jealous of kids with really hip clothes because i didn't think mom was ever hip enough to agree with me to buy them. i doubt that was the case.

i also sometimes imagine the person getting ready to leave their home in the morning and checking their fine bod out in the mirror. i wonder what they think of their outfit. do they feel sexy? do they feel fat? do they even look in a full-length mirror before stepping into the Real World?

there's nothing too synchronous about any of this.

i'm grasping at straws. i'm in love with carl jung. somebody stop me.

i keep forgetting the mission of this blog. its purpose (at first, at least) is to enhance my writing. i used to do it all the time. i guess i was bad, but whatever, at least i did it. now i just write about boring things.

the other purpose is to focus on the synchronicities that crash into my soul daily. they've been waning. i think my third eye has been closed because i've been out gallivanting like some freak. i'll get it back. i just have to try to be more receptive. or more people should read this and then do things that are seemingly synchronous. i don't care if it's fake, just as long as i'm unaware.

also i should be ouijaing more. i guess i'm going to do some laundry. last time that happened the ghosties asked me if i was mom (scroll down).

i guess i will. whatever.

the last few times, though, my calls haven't been answered. so stupid.

reading old posts just now reminds me of an earlier state of mind. a happier place.

a place i may have returned to this evening. thank you, karaoke. thank you, jess. thank you, long-haired dude.

i'm up way too late and work will be here way too early, but i had an enjoyable evening and i'm not sorry for any of it.

except maybe that peanut butter i just ate. sigh. i guess we all make mistakes.

nothing incredibly synchronous to report. i awoke from a dream this morning and remembered that it involved a dude (i might have loved him, i might not have. i'm always falling in love in dreams, it's awful) who worked for The Baltimore Sun. i told my boss this morning that if she receives a resume from someone from the baltimore area to hire him based on the fact that i dreamt of him (and i was making hyperlinks in my dream) and she said okay. then i remembered that i had been listening to <3 stephen malkmus' <3 latest album and there's a song about baltimore and that's probably why.

if stephen malkmus applies for my job i'll just kidnap him.

i was thinking the other day how i'm just not that into vera bradley crap. i'm not sure i've ever seen something by vera bradley that has moved me to say and/or think 'oh, that's cute.'

i was thinking this and i was thinking of blogging about it. things came up, life happened and i forgot to blog about bradley, vera.

yesterday i was hostessing at the circus cafe (so happy to be back, wish i never had to return to the desk job) and a really beautiful family came to the stand. the mom had these really great frames and i complimented her on them and she said, 'oh, thanks! they're obnoxiously vera bradley, but other than that they're pretty great.'

i told her how i had been thinking of blogging about my dislike for vera bradley and she said she agrees with me. she said she's been thinking of taking a sharpie to the white engraved signature on the arms of her glasses. i told her she should.

that was kind of synchronous.