Confessions (Summer 2009-unemployed-raining-all-the-time edition)

I have only read about two sentences of "Ulysses" despite my claims. "Oprah" makes me feel good.

I want to do something great, but I don't know where to start.

I'm going to do it until she's one, but I'm sort of excited to stop breastfeeding in a couple months.

I just got a pedicure even though I swore I wouldn't do anything like get a pedicure, since I don't have a job, but you wanna know what IT FELT REALLY GOOD.

I was mildly intrigued by the Infinite Summer idea at first, but now I think everyone doing it is insane (ok, this isn't a confession, it's a statement, fine, I know.)

Despite the fact that I have a blog and am currently addicted to Twitter, the Internet is usually very boring to me.

I recently preset a rap station on my car stereo.

Lately I've found the "Modern Love" column in the New York Times - which I used to love - rather self-absorbed and I rarely want to read it anymore (one notable exception was June 26th essay by Simon Van Booy, which was fantastic and you should read it right now.)

I wish I was a better gardener.

I like all the rain.