English 105

So, it was nice to get back into the normal routine again after going home. We were super busy at the store this past weekend. I froze the remaining corn that Wayne gave me. Angel was quite impressed with the handi-vac- and can understand why I'm a little giddy about the prospect of getting a deep-freeze.

I got back to the gym this week- (after taking a week off) which feels great. My horoscope this week reminded me that yoga does not solve all your problems, even though you want it too. How did they know?

In all the pile of stuff I took over to Planned Parenthood- I found some old essays and notes tucked into one of my freshman year Poli Sci books. Among them, the note saying "My name is Lori Ann. I'm going to Ames, Iowa" which my sister pinned to my back before I boarded the Greyhound bus back to Ames after Spring Break. An English 105 essay about my Spring Break- apparently Jamie owes me $10 (which did you ever pay me??) and we're engaged. It also mentioned that I'm engaged to two guys now- I'm not exactly sure who the other guy was- I think it was Matt. That whole if I'm not married by when I'm 30 thing- which apparently we *all forgot about*

And what really made me stop in my tracks, was an essay I wrote about my dear friend Matt. I miss him so. I haven't seen him or heard from him since my junior year in collage- yikes- 15 years ago or so. I've looked for him, off and on- thanks to the wonders of the internets. I came across my Ex, who may know but I really don't want him back in my life. Plus he owes me $50- Loser. And the advice that Matt gave me back then, still rang true today- "have patience- it will all work out for the best" Just reading that and hearing his voice in my head- settled me in a way I really can't describe. So, my horoscope was accurate. But yoga helps a lot.

Matty, I hope you are well. I'm sure that you'd be surprised a little to learn that I've acquired by inheritance that symbol of 80's yupiedom, my Grandma's Cusinart. I love it- and the only way you'll get it from me is to pry it from my cold, dead hands.