one year old.

this post seems oh so obligatory. my blog is one year old, oh happy birthday papier-mache, blah blah blah. I said SEEMS. If I'd only written about life and not lived it, I'd say, "this is a post for a sake of a post." But I've done stuff, and damnit I'm proud of myself.

I've lived life.

I returned to NY--my sometimes home/sometimes hell (jury's still out).

I got a new job--nearly six months in and i still love it. really.

I've got so much love in my life, and I figure me nurturing it had a little something to do with it. A friend said to me last week, "You're easy to love." An awfully sweet thing to say--but I dunno--sometimes I dunno...but I do love and cherish friends like her.

I decided, "this will be the year I pay off some of my debt," and by the end of this year, I'll have one less college loan against my good name.

I've started the book I sat out to write. nearly a year ago, I said these words right here in front of you: "I'm 29 and a half, and my goal is to write a book by 35, but I don't know where I want to begin. Maybe writing here will be a start." It's very early, I'll call it my first trimester...you know, when you know it's not so wise to tell people, because who knows what could happen, but you just can't help it. And so far, it's exhilirating to pull out all this stuff I didn't think I had inside me. Some type of emotional colonic..

See, I guess this whole one-year-blog-post really is just about tooting my own horn. *toot*

p.s. thanks to the ever loyal and lovely readers of papier-mache. you put up with my sap, sarcasm, sadness, and silliness. for god's sake, don't leave me!!!