Sometimes: When guys ask me who I like, especially to maybe help encourage him to ask me for coffee, I am tempted to tell them.
I don’t. (Unless it’s someone I really trust/know that they don’t like
me like that so I know I won’t hurt their feelings...which leaves only a few) I also always wonder if I should...if it would help or
hurt the cause.
Sometimes: My co-worker and I listen to different Pandora stations based on the day of the week.
You could catch us singing along...often somewhat obnoxiously. And
also repeating the lyrics for emphasis. We keep it real.
Sometimes: I think about radically changing my eating habits...
Always: I see the cookie, brownie, etc and think I could not handle that radical of a change. Haha...
Sometimes: I go through superficial stages in writing on my blog...like right now.
Always: I come back around full circle.
Sometimes: I check in on my Google+ account thinking I’m missing out on stuff...
I find little has occurred since the last time (often a month or more) I
stopped by. So little that I have yet to put that app on my phone.
Sometimes: I think it’s REALLY obvious to a guy that I like him.
Always: I remember that it’s not, and am somewhat thankful. Somewhat.
Sometimes: I wish I could buy a new outfit every week...sounds fun, right?
Always: I remember how FULL my closet is, how I’m out of hangers, and how much I hate putting clothes away. So I don’t.
Sometimes: I wish I didn’t have to work.
I realize I’d be bored out of my mind AND broke. Truthfully, even when I
am not super excited about my job, I like what I do and am grateful.