I was thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
These are my confessions ...1. I hate the smell of new plastic toys.
2. I love Ocean Beach at night.
3. Stubborn should be my middle name.
4. I think Friendster is a bunch of crap. It's just a venue for people to advertise how much cooler their lives are than yours. It's like the "Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion" of websites.
5. The best part of my day so far happened a half hour ago. I just got back from sprinting three miles at the gym and had no time to put on any makeup or do my hair after my workout. One of my coworkers came by and said very sincerely, "You look stunning today."
6. I would rather run six miles than do a yoga class involving chanting and looking into my third eye.
7. It's fun to call fruits and vegetables by their scientific names. For example, at lunch today I had Brassica oleracea botrytis (broccoli), Daucus carota (carrots), and a Malus sylvestris (apple) with my tuna sandwich.
8. I (perhaps naively) still like to believe that people have good intentions.
9. I miss my brother.
10. I think of names and store them up for future use. Example one, my future dogs: Rufus Wainwright and Lil' Bit. Example two, my future cats: Mr. Buffy and Tyrone. Example three, my future rock band: Mormon Underwear or Precious La Rue.
11. At any given moment I should probably be doing something more productive.
12. The funniest things I've heard from men today: "I wanna be in a pile up with Tom Brady" and "I have no game. Abs, you have no game, either."
Last night before I fell asleep I started to think about a movie I recently watched, "Under The Tuscan Sun". In the movie significant parts of the story are moved along after the main character, Frances (played by Diane Lane) experiences 'signs.' Frances goes to Tuscany and sees for sale notice for a villa, Bramasole, when her tour bus stops in this random town. As the tour bus is driving away from the town it gets stopped by a flock of sheep crossing the road, and lo and behold, Frances looks out the window and sees the villa. Frances jumps off the bus, goes into the villa, and finds that another couple is there bidding on the house. The old lady selling the villa decides to sell it to Frances when a bird flying around the house takes a shit while it's flying around and the shit lands on Frances' head. To the old lady, that is a sign from God, that she should sell the house to Frances.
I must confess, I don't believe in signs. But as I was falling asleep last night, I wondered if it's because I haven't been looking for them. If I really paid attention, would they be there to serve as an indication that my life was moving towards a significant direction?
So this week I'm attempting week one of Operation: Sign Me Up. I'm going to attempt to pay close attention to incidents that could appear to be symbolically significant. FYI, I feel very qualified to look for symbolic significance. As a former tortured English major, I have the ability to find symbolic significance in virtually anything in the printed word, as it was a prerequisite to graduation.
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