Nothing special about me...

I suspect that it's been nearly two years since my last post, no doubt within an account that I no longer have access to. I said goodbye to that time and place and I'm feeling good about that today as I begin yet another new chapter. Nothing lost, nothing gained!

DC is, at best, a parasite on the hunt for it's next blood-meal. I wonder aloud as many times as I question silently, secretively, what am I doing here? I don't even get the feeling that my therapist knows the answer. But here I am, trudging along as the host for my parasite.

Wj said that I was pretty today. Matter-of-factlike, "you look pretty". I've been told to document those words, or those like it. I didn't pay the comment much mind, for those words are overused. I would have rather enjoyed, "I think you look pretty today". The emphasis being on she thinking that I looked pretty. I felt pretty, however, so I gobbled up the compliment without hesitation and prevented myself from saying the (also) overused, "thank you".

Most girls in DC are pretentious; yet another reason why I don't like it here. I don't make plans with pretentious girls. I'd rather be alone and miserable. What would they think of me, sitting here in my sneaks from this morning's walk (never bothered to change into something more prof for work), dress, jean jacket? I bet they'd think I look ridiculous! I do, and I love it.

I'm missing Wj today, although I sent a letter to the AC only a few days before (also missing her kisses). I default to the AC once in a great while, after being away for several months now. And it is true, I do on occasion miss her kisses. Wj comes home to me, and I to her, and there lies a profound comfort knowing this. Tonight: a special surprise, perhaps. I must get to brainstorming on all the romantic possibilities.