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i received the following text message from him last night:
“i think i’m going to give up (current profession) & become a philematologist. care to be my research assistant?”
“does that come with dental?”, was my reply. i feel it’s important to have nice teeth if you’re going to spend your days making out.
i’m obsessed with grilling tofu hot dogs on my balcony, but don’t own a grill. so marky and i headed down to the gateway to hit the sporting goods store there. when we were nearing the store i very loudly exclaimed, “so, big dicks?” marky turned and gave me the look. i know this look very well, it’s the “do you realize what the hell you just said” look. it’s not just marky that gives me the look–it’s everyone.
i, of course, had no idea what the big deal was. so what if i accidentally combined big 5 sporting goods and dick’s sporting goods… it happens.
there are few movies that make me want to slit my own wrists. year of the dog was just such a movie. urban princess and i took one of our male friends to see it on saturday. he didn’t think to ask what we were seeing, just agreed. dumb, dumb boy. he paid the price dearly. not only did i take the last veggie dog at the theater, i made him sit through the entire movie. i had high hopes for it. dead dog movies are always good for some tears, the only tears shed here were out of pain.
upon leaving i broke up with the broadway theater. how could they betray me with such a horrific movie?
last night, however, we got back together. i saw black book, and it was great. how i gage the success of a movie is how many times i look at my watch.
1-3 great.
4-5 color me bored.
6-10 sharpen my razor, it’s suicide time.
black book was a two-glancer, and better yet i left the theater spit-free!
the yuppie gave me this book this morning. i can’t decide if he thinks i’m someone else, or is encouraging my judgemental side.
i’m a sucker for a man who buys me books– ice cream and books, oh, and maybe shoes, but i digress.
you’ll notice i assigned a “the yuppie” label on my blog. i’ve got commitment issues as messy as my closet, but i think it’s a step in the right direction. i bet if i had a life coach or a therapist, they’d be proud.
baby-steps…
i saw this while in utah county today visiting holli and the kids, and couldn’t help but laugh. a two for one back to school special? i guess, just in case your kids get the shit beat out of them at school.
“it’s ok, i plan to see you naked at some point.”
“am i in the right place? i have raw meat.”
“when you’re half as funny as colbert i’ll make you ice cream myself–out of the garage.”
for this week’s non-sarah column click here. once you’ve read it, if you’re dying to get a peek at the great and SINGLE marky go here.
urban princess and i wanted to have a reason to take picture of pretty boys (as if we need one!), so we create the slc hunk blog. bookmark it and watch for your own pictures!
i think my tv is directly linked to the church. no, seriously. i watched the first part of the frontline mormon documentary monday night. last night i didn’t get a chance to see the second part because of my house guest–my mormon house guest! yeah, the timing is uncanny, isn’t it?
a neighbor of my mothers stayed at my house last night, who consequently was my young women’s leader. (the one who bought me beer in high school. i claimed it was to wash my hair with for softness, but we all know it never made it to my hair.)
i thought we’d watch the second part last night while eating milk and cookies and quoting our favorite scriptures, but we didn’t. rather, she caught me up on all the town gossip–none of which included a scandal of any kind. it’s been a tad on the slow side since i left.
she didn’t say a word about my coffeemaker or the bottles of wine. all the other naughty stuff i put out of eyesight. though she did out me as dating someone, when she noticed a contact case and blue toothbrush in my bathroom. (both of which were obviously not mine.) i pleaded the fifth, but give it a week before my mom asks about it.