I hate not calling people back. I usually don’t make it a habit to avoid returning calls, but lately it has taken everything in me to return anyone’s calls. I’m almost annoyed that I even have a phone…let alone a cell phone (aka leash) too. It totally prevents me from effectively hiding out. I think I might change my voicemail to include some message about my abhorrence of calling people back. I’m sorry if you’ve called me and I haven’t returned your calls.
Right now I’m particularly addicted to cheesy “girl novels”. The kind of books that are all about some British magazine editor and her failed romances or the New York socialite that’s forever donning designer clothes, shoes and accessories. I think I may have missed my calling in life to be doing something in the fashion industry…I am becoming increasingly fascinated by the intricasies of it. I have been captivated by the Style Channel’s coverage of New York’s Fashion Week. I used to be frustrated that everything on the runway seemed totally over the top and unwearable, but now I realize it’s like it’s own language that just needs to be translated. I’m finally understanding how to figure it out and I’m hooked! I wouldn’t normally want to admit such a strong interest in something that can be perceived as shallow or superfluous, but if I love it, I love it. It can’t be beyond reason that God gave me this interest.
My friend Sara lent me 3 movies: National Treasure, Timeline and Life as a House. They don’t all seem like my kind of movie, but she likes them, so I’m willing to give them a try.
Andy and I drank Mimosa’s tonight. They were yummy.