Laundry at Smiley's

Howdy folks. I am presently at a laud-o-mat that goes by the name of Smiley's. Nobody is smiling here. There is a gentleman doing his laundry in his underwear. Thankfully they take the form of boxers. When he walks by again,I'll tell you what the they say on the ass. It is something riviting. Don't get excited ladies, this is no Chippendale. He just put a shirt on so I guess we will never know what those lovely shorts say.

This is by far the most interesting laudrymat I have ever been to. They advertise with free Wi-Fi (that is why I am here) and there is potentially ONE other patron who might have a laptop to take advantage of such a luxury. I am definitely not fitting in here with my red silk sweater and computer. I know it is in an area that can be sketchy, but I thought with Wi-Fi, the gentrification would be well along. No no, I am potentially leading the charge. What a way to spend a Thursday. Instead of happy hour, I am laudering. Not that I have money for happy hour, but still. Laundry. Thursday. Looking hot in my sweater. Whatever.

So I must update y'all on the Renaissance. I have met with the lobbyist, applied for a job on Capitol Hill doing policy research and will hopefully begin volunteering for a congressional candidate this weekend. I want to bust my hump, network and have a blast. I don't know if this seat is highly contentious or not, but it was held by a Republican and I know the Dems are going to fight for it. We'll see; I have never been on the losing end of a campaign and I know there is a first time for everything, but I hope this is not the time.

As far as the clothing area is concerned, I am going shopping with my Gramma on Saturday to pick up some shirts and maybe a suit. I am so bored with my clothes, but I know I have more than I realize. It will be nice to freshen the wardrobe a bit.

I will keep you all posted on my laundry adventures. I hope it doesn't get much more exciting than this.

Sei la mia luce and the Renaissance

Well, I must say things are a bit more up than my last post. Firstly, I have a muscular gondolier back of Mauro to look at. He is telling me that I am his light. His favorite food is spaghetti with sea food, favorite color sea green. I wonder if they show his back because his face leaves more to be desired...

On the the Renaissance. I am trying to have a bit of a re-birth in my life. No, I am not preggers so stop thinking that. I have decided that a career change is quite necessary and what's more, my boss is more than supportive of me pursuing my dreams of politics. I have met with a lobbyist, have a phone call into a fundraiser, an email to the Minority Leader and am going to *hopefully* meet with a senior attorney that works at the Capitol. This is all at the State level, by the way. I took loads of clothes to the dry cleaners, am getting others altered, will paint my nails weekly and am polishing my look. Tonight or tomorrow, I will get Stalin-esque on my ass and come up with a 5 year plan. I must determine what advanced degree I would like, where I would like to get it and what to do in the meantime. My life needs a change, a shot in the arm. I hope this works. No longer will I let my fear rule my decisions (fear of failure) or determine the projection of my life.

I have also been recently informed that I am, in fact, boy-crazy, by 3 people no less. I didn't realize I was so boy-oriented but apparently I am. I am not denying the observation, more like enlightened. As one of my friends said, I need to "stop running". How do you do this if you don't realize that you are running in the first place?? I'll figure it out, I know I will. It's part of the Renaissance I suppose.