Oh Blog It All

Does having the word “clerk” in my job title mean I’m in the wrong line of work?

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

Dear People Who Frequent My Favourite Shopping Centre

Hi. You don’t know me but you might have seen me today doing my Christmas shopping at my favourite shopping centre. Of course you might not have realised that you had seen me because I like to remain anonymous here on the Internet.

However, if you saw some woman somewhere doing something that caused you to exclaim “Sies! Look at that. That lady are feeling herself up in the public” then that was me. But it’s not what you think, honest. The elastic in my panties went so I was trying to pull the damn things up. They kept slipping off and it was so uncomfortable and I was so desperate, so I …

Anyway, I am sorry. I am sorry if the image of me with my hands down my pants is forever burned into your brain. I am sorry if you had to go home and explain the birds and the bees to your kids a good few years before you ever thought you’d have to. I am especially sorry if you are the clerk that was detailed to follow me because I was acting suspicious in the back of your shop. Really sorry about that, I was just pulling up my panties.

There is good news though. My Christmas shopping is done. Now I may need to go out to stock up on some necessities but if I do, I promise to take drastic measures to ensure that I don’t offend your sensibilities again. I just won’t wear panties at all.

I sure didn’t.

You are an Atheist

When it comes to religion, you’re a non-believer (simple as that). You prefer to think about what’s known and proven. You don’t need religion to solve life’s problems. Instead, you tend to work things out with logic and philosophy.

Dear Blog

Today I had chocolate icing for lunch.

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Okay, so perhaps I should explain that having chocolate icing for lunch, for me, is living on the edge.

I’ve always been the sensible one, the one who didn’t have to live on bread and water because I blew my paycheck on a pair of shoes, the one who never got stuck along side the road because the car ran out of petrol, the one who never had fun if it meant taking a risk and being a little ‘un’sensible. I can’t tell you how often we’ve been out to dinner and I’ve wanted to say “screw the main course, I’m starting with desert”. Then I think about it and realise how it isn’t the sensible thing to do so I don’t do it. I know life is too short to always be sensible but when being sensible is the one thing you can control, the one thing that keeps you sane and safe in an insane and unsafe world, well then you hang onto that for dear life.

But today I had chocolate icing for lunch. I didn’t think about it too much, just thought I’d love a piece of cake without the cake because I really only like cake for the icing, so I just had the icing. I don’t know that it did my waistline any good but I enjoyed every spoon full.

Today was a good day.

Numenorean

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Dearest B

It was the most beautiful of wedding gifts. It was personal, made by your very own hands, with love for me.

It had pride of place on my bedroom wall and all who saw it admired it. It was the most wonderful of reminders of a special day that took place a long time ago.

I wanted to keep, I really did. But that special day was just that, a special day. The special lifetime that was to follow that died a courtly death. That reminder just became too painful.

I’m writing to you Dearest B because I want you to know that I value that gift still, that I treasure it in my heart, not as a reminder of that day but as a reminder of your love for me. I hope that you still love me, love me enough to understand that I had to pull it apart. Beautiful as it was it was made just for me and so I could not pass it on to anyone else to enjoy.

I do not regret that special day because it set me on a path, my path, to finding true love and happiness. If there were one thing I could change it would be your gift, that it would not be so personal, that I might still hang it on the wall as an example of fine craftsmanship rather then a reminder of that special day.

I hope you understand. I hope you forgive me. I have held onto it for years now but it has to go and the only way I can do that is by destroying it.

But the memory is in my heart for always, I will never forget that you love me that much.

Love always