Keeping It Real

I've decided, to prevent myself from continuing to cry into my Special K, that I am going to take a new tactic - I'm going to keep myself reeeeeeaaaallllly busy. I've read a number of articles and self-help books as of late and the message is all the same - stay busy - it prevents you from thinking about what a douchebag your ex is.

SO, I've embarked on a number of missions (to supplement the ongoing "shrink my ass" mission). First of all, I've accepted a position with my friend at a local playhouse to bartend a couple hours a week - getting paid to help people get drunk is always good times (unless they are alcoholics, then I am not a supporter). Not only will it keep some of my evenings occupied but I'm sure it will also provide hours of blog entertainment because wasted people at plays are funny.

Second, I am pursuing bellydancing lessons. Granted, I attempted this one time before and then threw out my back like an old person, but, now that I'm healed I'm giving it 110%. I wonder if I need to buy my finger snappy thingies and some scarves. The only scarf I own that isn't knit is a Chanel one and I don't think that's the look I'm going for in bellydancing. Not so authentic. I attempted to convince some of my girlfriends to embarrass themselves with me, but, so far, I've only duped one into it. Dang.

Finally, I've decided to go to the naked spa at least once every other week. I feel that time naked in a sauna is important in the broken-heart-healing process. (That wasn't in any of the articles or books, but, I have strong feelings towards the healing potential of steaming nudity.) I just wish there was a naked spa closer to me. By the time I get home from that joint, I'm pissed off again due to traffic. Maybe I can get some Enya or something on my iPod to listen to. Hmmmm.

Wish me luck on my new endeavors. And please deal with me when I bitch and complain that I'm too busy. :) See? I know me.