If I look at it as a whole what am I accomplishing? White strides and black bounds exist, am I overcoming them and what have a learned in my overpopulated colorful world?
Living here for 5 months may have taught me more than I care to mention, or perhaps it just has reiterated what I’ve know all along. Life is hard, but good. Men are pigs but one or two are actually worth knowing. I despise adapting to less than perfection in all areas of life but I am able to manage well. And lastly
Adversity has always been expected, so much so that I pride myself in hardly ever being surprised or disappointed. My job situation isn’t exactly pleasing simply because I want so much more, and I can admit that I’m not sure how to get what I want besides working hard. I have no relationship situation which is comfortable because other pending issues take precedent over social gratification. The only control I have over my perfection obsession is contained in my appearance, which is to be proud of and envied by the old me from even 5 months ago.
So this past weekend most of you know I did it up a little bit, Extreme Roberta style, celebrating my 25th Rday. Hot gold dress and all my beloved buddies came up from
It was funny the reactions when I introduced some of the column readers to the before mentioned unscripted actors in this column. No one knew anyone’s real name only the names I had given them. I know I’m horrible!
Anyway, I want to thank all of you for reading and celebrating and wishing me a happy 25. a link to pics follows below.