By Honey on May 11, 2009 in Life | comments(8)
Oh, dudes, the beauty of unemployment. Since I went over 3 months without a job last summer (and since I hired an accountant to do my taxes this year) I am getting back about $2500 on my federal and (for the first time!) state income taxes.
What are my plans for the moolah, you ask? Well, here’s the breakdown:
By Honey on Jul 17, 2008 in Life | comments(4)
Hey, everyone! Sorry I’ve been incommunicado for the last week or so. Life’s been crazy busy, as it all too often is. Here’s a little taste of what I’ve been up to.
Update on My Happiness
I’ve been doing a lot better as far as my personal independence since my Philosophy of Happiness post. I’ve gone out again with my sorority alum club and been to the gym almost every day. Also, in a recent conversation, the BF admitted that he’d been at fault, too. He’s really still in a lot of debt from grad school because his field doesn’t offer funding to grad students, and he also didn’t do a great job budgeting so there’s a credit card debt factor. As a result, he can’t afford to do a lot of the things he considers fun, and he admitted that he’s been taking out the frustration about the results of his poor financial planning on me. But I do have some news that is not only great for me, but which will also alleviate both our financial situations. Continued
By Honey on May 28, 2008 in Sex | comments(4)
Setup: The City
First of all, warning! I decided to throw an explicit account of my weekend out there because, hey, single people aren’t the only ones who have sex Here goes…on a non-sex related note, Seattle’s beautiful, though I have to say as a city it’s not my style (I prefer San Francisco and Boston…different as they are from each other). I was there for a conference and the BF came along for the ride. We stayed at the Westin with a friend of mine, Diane. We were supposed to have one other roomie, Rita, but she had some family stuff come up and cancelled at the last minute.
Diane was kind of concerned that she’d be a third wheel (fifth wheel?) and repeatedly told us that if we wanted “coupletime,” to just let her know and she’d clear out. The BF and I thought this was pretty funny and would shout “couple time!” whenever she looked like she was about to fall asleep, when she was working on her conference presentation, whatever. Continued