Things I’ve been doing besides not updating my blog:

- Being the creative lead on this really huge Yelp project that I’m super proud of, even though it’s not done yet. I am very excited to unleash it in a couple of weeks.
- Turning 26.
- Learning how to ski and being goodish at it.
- Working on a book proposal for my agent, as I have been doing for the past nine months.
- Deciding, on the nine-month mark, that I didn’t like my proposal at all, and then deciding to totally scrap it and start over with a new idea I haven’t thought of yet.
- Visiting mortgage loan officers and real estate agents with Nate because we are buying a house in Oakland this year.

That’s all for now. I’ll be back to post the shit out of that really huge Yelp project I was just talking about. Maybe before then too — who knows! Until then.

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1. Firstly and most importantly, are you going to post ugly pictures of me on Instagram and then pretend like you think said pictures are funny in a flattering way? If you won’t be able to resist, tell me now so we can make this a casual fake friendship. I’d like to know in advance to not invite you out when there’s a possibility I might drunkenly and messily eat a hot dog while sitting on the dirty ground. Likely, after I ask you again how Instagram works for the 8th time and make you show me which buttons to push, exactly, to post said terrible photos of yourself.

2. Are you a musician, photographer, writer, or someone who publicly exercises any other form of creative expression? If so, are you any good? If not, do you mind if I lie and tell you I absolutely love whatever it is you’re “creating”? Yes. There are good days and bad days. Yes.

3. Are you a different person depending on who you’re hanging out with? Will I be forced to watch basketball with your sporty friends? Or worse, will you force me to eat some raw/live culture food when we meet your hippie friends for lunch? And if that’s the plan, will you be dramatic about it if I opt to just get a burrito and catch up with you later? I used to be that way, but I’ve grown out of it. And if you see it happening in a bad way, I’m counting on you to call me on my shit. Organized sports can fuck off, and hippies need not apply. Of course not.

4. On that note, who is your best friend? Will we be competing for your attention? Please know I’m in it to win it. I co-sleep with my laptop, and competition could get fierce.

5. How cool will you be if I poop in front of you? This won’t happen often but sometimes we’ll be at a bar or a party with only one toilet and I’l be in an anxious mood. If I’m in this kind of mood, I need you to pretend like we’re doing coke in the bathroom so I can think no one thinks I’m gross. I will walk you to the Bloomingdale’s bathroom three blocks away at any time of day in order to disguise your poop anxiety, and I will sit in the children’s corral and watch an episode of Dog With A Blog while you do battle.

6. Can we have inside jokes, but not so many that our conversations will start to feel false and scripted? Yes, because, circle of life.

7. Will you occasionally order food for me when we go out? Sometimes easy decision-making is exhausting for me, especially if it’s a Friday and I’ve spent my entire work week telling other people what to do. I need to trust that you won’t fuck me over and order something with mushrooms in it. If you will for me and/or if you’ll tolerate me also not ordering and asking the waiter to do it while also kind of hitting on them and you won’t judge. For future reference, no eggplant, eggplant is uninspiring.

8. Do you have better taste in music than me? The answer to this is probably yes, because I still listen to Rilo Kiley as earnestly as I did when I was 17. So I guess the better question is, when you find this out, will you not judge me harshly for it? I won’t judge you, but I will secretly maintain moral superiority, because what better gauge of a person’s ethical mettle is there? This will go on until you catch me pretending to know something I don’t, and then game over.

9. If we discover we like the same physical activities, will you join my gym? Because I would hate that. We can go on a bike ride or swim laps on some weekends, but beyond that, I need my space. Gyms are for suckers.

10. How close are you with your family? I feel like the kind of intimacy you share with your family, particularly your siblings, is the best way to gauge how good of a person you are. Oh, for the record, my siblings don’t talk to me. Anything they need, all they have to do is ask.

11. Can I be friends with your significant other? I would never call them to hang out without you or anything lame like that, but if we happen to be trapped in an elevator together, I’d like to not feel compelled to kill myself. Yes, please! My ultimate dream is that when you and my hypothetical future significant other get trapped in the elevator, you won’t stand there awkwardly making small talk while your asshole alarm goes into DefCon 1 which you won’t tell me about until after we violently break up, but instead compliment each others shoes and then talk about that one time you were wasted and saw Prometheus, and then maybe bring up The Giants so the two of you have a secret bond of your own.

12. Will you read my things that I publish on the internet and laugh and cry at all the right spots? Yes.

13. How will you handle it when I start calling you obsessively? I get super excited when I meet someone I could potentially become close with; I won’t be able to fight the urge to see as much of you as humanly possibly. Will you be flattered by this (you should be), or will you make it weird? Also, know that I may show up on your front doorstep uninvited, but I will bring cookies! It’s cool, and you bake delicious cookies. Just know I sometimes I have to disappear.

14. Just how far can I take my shit-talking with you before it makes you nervous? Until it sends me into a I-hate-everything-nothing-is-right-no-one-loves-me spiral, then I’ll need to take a step back.

15. Are you comfortable sitting in complete silence together for long stretches of time? Sometimes.

16. Will you be available to give me immediate feedback when I text you title ideas for my unsold, unwritten memoir at 3 in the morning? Yes.

17. Can we buy each other beers and not keep track of who owes who more money? If we’re friends long enough, everything will probably even itself out. And if it doesn’t, no one will die so it’s fine. YES!!! The ultimate expression of friendship.

18. Can you tell me really funny jokes, and then not make fun of my super loud, bellowing laugh? I know it’s startling and embarrassing, especially when we’re out in public, okay? I can’t help it. I might make fun of your laugh, like maybe once or twice, but it’s not a veiled way of me telling you to shut the hell up you’re embarrassing me – it’s because it’s awesome.

19. When I rattle off my lists of reasons as to why I think Matthew McConaughey is an underrated actor, will you actually listen to me? It’s not good enough that you just don’t mock me. I need you to make a genuine effort to understand. No. I will see Mudd, though.

20. If I don’t feel like going into great detail with you about my sex life with my boyfriend, will you make a conscious effort to not make me feel like a boring loser? I’m rarely interested in having a Sex and the City moment with any of my friends, and I’m tired of feeling bad about that. Ew, stop it. I will make a case for what a fabulous cocktail a Cosmo is, but that’s about as much as I can take of that.

21. Are you comfortable telling me when I’m being ridiculous, selfish, or otherwise annoying? Because I try my best, but sometimes I will need you to tell me to get over myself so we can skip away, hand-in-hand and resentment-free, into the sunset. I will try. No one wants to feel like an asshole, and when you tell your friends and lovers they’re driving you batshit crazy, you feel like an asshole.

22. What is our friendship’s Facebook presence going to look like? I need to know if you plan to tag me in posts that reveal our plans to get stoned and eat a stale bag of Halloween candy from Walgreens while we watch my Felicity DVDs on mute. See question 1.

23. Will you become friends with my friends? Because I think I’d like that, so long as you guys don’t hang out without me. Yes if your friends are cool. No if they’re not.

24. Will one or more of my friends fall in love with you? Because I think I’d like that too – it shows I have good taste in people. Yes.

25. On days when I am attempting to work on a piece of difficult writing, crying and ravaged by insecurities and self-doubt, will you be able to lovingly say, “Oh shut up, Becky. You are being stupid” in a way that makes me feel better about everything? I’m sorry if admitting my neediness up front is off-putting, but I can’t help myself. I’m excited to maybe be your friend. I will try!

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And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what a good friend looks like.

Can I just say that – while I don’t want to dwell on this and falsely give the impression that I think about these things past the initial two seconds, when it really stings – the mean Thought Catalog commenters on these kinds of posts just make me roll my eyes so far back I’m afraid they will get stuck in my head. Oh, you would never want to be my friend, weird person leaving asshole comments behind an anonymous internet moniker? Good, seriously. That means I’m doing something right.

http://thebillfold.com/2013/01/i-need-to-do-everything-in-my-power-not-to-be-poor/

The only thing I keep putting on my to-do list but not doing is regularly updating this blog. Like, I just put an “update blog” time slot on my Google calendar and then groaned and deleted it. I don’t know, but every time I think about filling this thing with info about my day-to-day, I get exhausted. But I can’t stop obsessing over the fact that I’m not writing about my day-to-day in here because I kept a blog through all of high school and college that I updated constantly with deeply personal insights for all my friends (and “friends”) to read. It was really important to me that I document every detail about everything so I never forgot. Then I fell off it because I graduated college and became so depressed I couldn’t do anything, and once I pulled out of that dark place, I wasn’t interested in blogging anymore.

And I think that’s what I’m beating myself up over: the fact that I’m turning into a less sentimental person. Or rather, I’m turning into someone who no longer sees the value in saving and savoring every little memory, every inside joke, in a little text box in cyberspace. Maybe this is me maturing, or me being less depressed, and is a good thing, but I still don’t like it.

Talkin’ ’bout myself again. This time: anal sex! Or rather, how to not have it, because I don’t know.

I’m updating my blog from my office because the trackpad on my Macbook broke and I had a little bit of work due. My deadline was 5pm Friday, which I totally thought I was ahead of because I had no idea it was the weekend until the rest of the world was way into Saturday. I was skipping to the office like, “La la la, I’m working even though I’m still on vacation, I’m so good at my job, look at me go, give me a raise, la la la,” and then boom, jay kay, it’s actually Saturday and I missed my deadline by 18 hours. A for effort?

Anyway, I smoked a lot of pot over my Christmas break. I also didn’t check my phone, though not by choice, but because there is no cell service where my boyfriend’s folks live in Camp Meeker, which sounds like a made up place but it’s actually a town in Sonoma County that’s so small all they have is a volunteer fire station and a “welcome” banner that makes it feel like you’re going to an actual summer camp. So yes, I feel like I’ve been in Lala Land the past week and I am still not 100% sure what day it is. Writing this article for Thought Catalog is the only quasi-productive thing I did.

The internet is a dark place. Let’s keep it that way.