Radiogurl a la Carte

Tuesday, Oct. 18, 2005
Good News Bad News

The good news?

I get a replacement phone today (hopefully.) I talked to the insurance company yesterday and they approved my claim, so I can go into the phone store to get a new phone.

The bad news?

The closest phone store that can replace my phone is 77 miles away.

The good news?

I have time to drive there after work and still get there before they close.

The bad news?

It's going to cost me about $30 in gas plus my deductible.

There's more good news, bad news, and some I haven't even figured out yet how to categorize. Hopefully I'll get the chance to add it to my locked diary later today. Let's just say the doozies just keep coming. Whichever way you spell it, apparently. And without my participation, in some spellings.

Oh, for pity's sake, if you can't figure that one out, you're too young to be reading this diary.

...Okay, this may be my weirdest yet. The guy who cut my hair just called me at work and commenced flirting with me. I thought he was gay when I first started talking to him, but he had put that notion aside early into the conversation. I dismissed the thought then that he had been flirting with me when he was working on my hair, but guess I dismissed too soon. Unreal.

Y'all, I am a far cry from a sexpot. I'm significantly overweight and virtually never wear makeup, not frou-frou or overly girly. I mean, I don't generally go butch, but neither do I dress to the nines most of the time. I went from famine to feast; no guys in my life for years, now all of a sudden I'm inundated, all in a matter of months. Shoot, all in a matter of about a week and a half.

I'm also supposed to meet someone for coffee (or in my case, tea) this afternoon when I'm in the Valley.

I'm so confused. Or insane. Eh, a little of column A, a little of column B. Whatever.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )