One might guess from my previous post that I am grumpy about this; one would be correct.

My entry for today was going to center upon the process by which I have managed to live twenty-five years without accomplishing anything. However, I thought that would be too predictable.

Instead, I will list some things I have achieved.

(Please note that this is not to boast. I detest a braggart. You need not read another word if you dont want to. I do this for myself.)

My Successes (in no particular order)

Although my expenses are astronomical, I have managed to buy myself all the things I dreamt of for years. Further, I made more money this year than last year, and will make more still next year. (This is a modest amount by most standards, but I made it on my own.)

When I have a problem, I may obsess over it unduly, but eventually, I do my best to solve it.

Since I began this blog earlier this year, I have written over a hundred posts with single-spaced text. This year, I have also successfully created and maintained another blog and I am thinking about starting a third.

I am particularly honest and usually not afraid to say what I think.

Although I appreciate comfort, I have learned not to fear change or taking on new challenges.

Despite devastating experiences in my youth, I have managed to grow up relatively sane.

I have many wonderful friends who, for some reason, love me.

I have learned to ask for what I want.

For over a year, I have maintained my part of a more-or-less healthy single life.

I am more myself now than I have ever have been before. I behave the way the rest of the world secretly behaves in the privacy of their homes. I talk loudly, giggle loudly and let my personality quirks run wild.
What it comes down to is this. When all you have is crowds, you can either get lost in them or stand out in them, marching to the beat of your own drum.

This morning, I woke up at an unholy hour, convinced that I was adored. It was that some of my regular readers visited this journal on Tuesday, had seen fit to leave a comment as desired (scroll down if you don’t know what I’m talking about). And now I love the whole universe, and I suppose that’s enough love for anybody, reciprocated or not and that’s how I got through the boring day.

Truth is as much about what is not said as what is. You could read all of this and think that you know me, but you do not know me. On the other hand, today I witnessed a lie that was the most honest thing I have ever stumbled onto. A track called ‘Leaving Town Alive’. Sung by Bethany Joy (you might recognize her from the serial ‘One Tree Hill’). I had the feeling that it was created from nothing—from everything—just for me, that everyone else vanished when the music started and the artist began to sing the truth.

I truly am the world’s worst blogger. However, I’m quickly becoming the world’s best employee. It's nice, to have a job from which I can come home and do nothing. I walk out my workplace, and the place ceases to exist until the next morning. I love it. Until the next morning, that is. I don’t love that it makes it harder to find time with Mr. Flirt, who’s usually busy when I get off work. He spent most of his time, this past week, asking me if I was alive. It’s funny; after months we are still utterly unable to have a complete, coherent phone conversation. We suck at it. He called me sometime back and listening to our conversations you’d think I’d never have spoken to a boy before. After we hang up I’d immediately think of lots of fun things to discuss. I hate the friggin phone. I have, however, come to love texting. I love how punctuations and words typed a certain way can tell you so much about the person.

Health has been on my mind for weightier reasons than too-tight tops that are starting to show my very obvious tummy bulge; I turned 25 recently. While 24 allowed me to evade the issue in my head, there’s no denying it now: I’m in my MID TWENTIES. 30 – gasp – is just around the corner. Yes, I know, 30 is the new 20, blah blah blah. I don’t feel bad about aging in general. There are only two milestones I have yet to meet on my very vague life plan, albeit big ones: to meet someone strikingly marvelous, and to own a Victorian house. I’m hard at work on the former, and hoping that might enable the latter, although after many years of staying with folks I’d be willing to settle for a rickety little house as long as I can paint the walls anything other than white. Other than that, I have a healthy appetite, a great job, a masters and a great bunch of friends. I think it’s going ok, but I reserve the right to freak the fuck out on Mondays, regardless.

Behold! Eve raves unabated, and in the wake of her weekly excitement, she is left with no recourse but to unleash some of the best tunes here today!! Tremble, ye mortals, for the streetwise devourer of melody hath commanded you, reader, to click on the player below that will generate which man doth call Music!

So it is written… So it shall be done!!!

That’s right, I’m posting a track of Detroit’s ‘Black Gold’ and you’ll love every second of it. You’re welcome by the way. I like this track because it’s laid back. It’s one of those rare songs that’s soothing as well as dance worthy. Everyone just chill out and listen to the bubble bursting.

Oh and if you have any questions, comments, or just want to talk about what an outrightly pretty post I've put up, feel free to leave a comment or shoot me an email.