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slcup and i went to see volver friday night at the broadway. i noticed the women in front of us reading my column and made slcup take a picture of it. in that one moment all the issues with work and blogging faded away. it’s worth it.

as suggested by lincoln, here is a post of self revelations:

If cooked cauliflower didn’t smell so badly, I’d eat it every night.
I have a weakness for cheese. And ice cream.
I’m trying really hard to buy things in other colors besides pink.
I can’t stand clean clothes on the floor, even when they’re someone else’s.
I’m scared of Math.
I watch more TV than I should.
I sleep with baby blanket.
I miss sleeping with one certain man, and only that man. He cuddles properly.
I wish I could cook. I wish I had a real kitchen to learn to cook.
I crave gas station hot dogs all the time, but hate eating meat.
I’m a neat freak, but my apartment looks like it suffered an explosion.
I wonder all the time if I’ll ever love someone again.
Sometimes I play favorites with my niece and nephew, but I love them the same.My sister-in-law, Holli, had the best fashion and I wish I could steal her clothes.
I didn’t like said sister-in-law at first, but now I love her dearly and can’t imagine not having her as a sister.
I worry Ben will marry someone I hate.
If I don’t like the ending of a book, I rewrite it.
I hope to someday write a book and have someone care enough to read it.
I regret not finishing a degree, and have recently vowed to finish.
I miss working with my geeks.
I hate writing with anything other than blue ink pens.
I am a giant flake, but have no interest in changing.
I pretend I don’t care what others think of me, but I do. A lot.

i never lose my cell phone. everything else, sure, but never my phone… until tonight. since i don’t have a land line i couldn’t simply call it and follow the very annoying ring tone. i looked for about twenty minutes until i remembered i could email it and follow the also annoying message beep. eight emails later i found it on the spiral stairs leading to my loft. i have no idea how it ended up there, because i don’t even remember going upstairs tonight. i hate turning into my mother.

at least now i can justify ordering the pearl. i’d never lose a pretty phone, because it would never be out of my sight. i wonder if it comes with a waterproof case for the shower…

i have semi healthy eating habits, excluding my massive addiction to caffeine. since i agreed to wear the world’s smallest bridesmaid dress in a couple of months i’m really going to watch what i eat for a while.

last night at the grocery store i checked to make sure i was buying products with wheat flour not bleached flour (obviously i read the south beach diet book.); i bought soy milk over “real” milk; i steered clear of frozen foods and went for the fresh veggies; i wiped away a tear and skipped the ice cream and pick up some low fat cottage cheese; i glanced fondly at the grandma sycamore’s white bread, but reached for the wheat bread with the lowest sugar content; i picked the low sodium crackers, and finally i stocked up on my multi-vitamin pills.

i felt good about my grocery outing, but then on the way home i found myself unwrapping a wedge of death, or brie cheese as the label reads, and taking a bite at the world’s longest stop light. as usual i refuse to accept any blame for my actions–this time, i blame the city.

the moral to this self deprecating story is to either start eating lunch or run every red light in the city.

i asked that one guy a mortgage related question today, to which he laughed. go figure.

“what does ‘full doc rt’ stand for? i mean i know what rt stands for in guy language, but what does it stand for in real estate language?”

i’m in a funk, understandably so–being unemployed can do that to a girl. let me clarify… i’m not in the kind of funk that turns one to retreat in a bottle of vodka and fist full of pills. so, i guess it could be worse.

conserving cash really puts a strain on my ability to function. for example i’m not been to the wine store, or even grocery shopping. the latter should not set off any alarms, as i rarely do that anyway. oh, and don’t get me started on how much i miss my soy, sugar-free hazelnut latte from sbux! playing the needs vs. want game totally sucks: i need to get the oil changed in my car, but i want these new shoes. i need to get a new battery for my ibook, but i want this cell phone.

but you know, it’s totally worth it– no more stress headaches among other physical ailments. (insert freedom quote here.)

site meter is my best friend. i love seeing where my readers are located, but even more i love to see the search words people use to find me. i found this little goodie today:

bob over at TWATM is one clever cat. click here to see why. as bob suggested here, i was going to log on and vote. might as well join the irony game while i’m there!

if you want to vote for best of utah, go here. (please note i’m not supporting cw, only because they’re mean.) i voted for thomas burr as best reporter, and i think you should too. why wouldn’t you, he’s cute…

to cheer myself up i bought these shoes over the weekend. they’re officially my unemployed shoes. working in a professional atmosphere doesn’t allow for clothing with skulls, however, hanging out at home does!

I don’t need a reason to heart SLCup, but if I did it would be the pug off sticker she gave me today at lunch. She gave little puggie an eye-patch. Now that’s friendship!