Age Old Advice from the Zombies and Other Situational Ethics

This week i've heard the Zombies 'Time of the Season' at least a dozen times on the radio therefore because of it's own timeless relentlessness i'm dedicating a blog entry to it-

"what's your name?
Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?"

money update- I hate that I have none and yet I hate that i am so dependent upon having it. In the last 7 months i quit a job I had grown to detest and have since taken another job that makes 1/2 as much. This new job has made me quite happy. It's a blessing to wake up (most) every morning and be thrilled about getting to work. Therefore i can't (i can but really shouldn't) complain about my new financial situation. I have a tendancy to romantanticize the past no matter how bad and so i'm coming to terms with the fact that even when i was making more money i could have been more responsible. So today with the persuasion of a dear friend i set up a time to meet with a financial planner. yay. In the meantime do i look for a new job? making more money?

"has he taken any time
to show you what you need to live?
tell it to me slowly.
It's the time of the season for loving"



relationship update- ehhh. i don't think i've dated anyone who has really went out of their way to put effort into the relationship. I've always been the one forcing things to happen. Which has really killed the romantic in me. I'm afraid that i've watched too many chick flicks and have read to many Jane Austen books and the likes thereof to know how to handle a real life relationship. "you don't want to be in love, you want to be in love in a movie" - Sleepless in Seattle. Truer words were never spoken when it comes to how i feel lately. What if i come across a good thing and can't even reckognize it for what it really is? curse you EverAfter with your handsome prince and cleverly written lines. I shake my fist at you!