Likes and Dislikes

Likes:
-dill pickle flavored potato chips
-wonderful boyfriends who must kiss you in the romantic motion-sensor light of the driveway

Dislikes:
-requiring (more) sleep
-disarray
-uncertainty*


*Side note: I am now interviewing for the permanent position I am temping for. It is good but grueling; I am hopeful but nervous. The butterflies in my stomach have stopped fluttering and are playing drunken rugby**.


**Is there any other kind of rugby?

Movin' on up...

To the third floor...
So, I'm moving to a cheaper place. That's just for one...erm three, that is: me and the cats. It's approximately 1 block from about 67% of the people I love*, so that's pretty cool. If only J will sleep over, I think it would be complete. Plus I can see my boyfriend's house from my window (not really, but almost).

This post brought to you by the letter "grapefruit martini", and the number "dark-n-stormy".

*edit: all of the people I love in this town/area - you know what I mean...

S and the C and the GG

This is the BEST Sex and the City and Golden Girls cross-over graph EVER. Ok, it may also be the only one....

From thisisindexed.com

Ah, dang!

Tripping up the stairs in front of your brand new co-workers (who, please remember, you're trying to impress here so they hire your ass for real) = priceless!

Weekend update

This past weekend was lovely. On Saturday, I woke up early because the man wanted to go to yoga, so I went home, snuggled with the kitties, and then headed over to Vinyasa yoga, myself. After, I met up with my man and we walked into Davis Square for some lunch. We went to Orleans, where the Cobb salad is AWESOME. I also had a Blue Moon, and he an IPA – Saturday, after all. Luckily we weren’t too stuffed to head over the Revere Beach (impossible to find without getting all turned around) for a long walk. Saturday night I went to Toad with the lovely A and I. We drank sangria and chatted and listened to good music.

Sunday was more laid back, but I did manage to do something I’ve been putting off for a while: bra shopping. Now, my boobs are – as far as I can tell – the same size. AND, they appear to be pretty typical in shape. Why, then, oh WHY do 90% of bras not fit? Research has shown I’m not the only one with this problem. I walked into the Victoria’s Secret fitting room with an armful of bras. Only one fit. I bought it in two colors and fled the store. On the same topic – what’s with all of the padding? I understand the concept, and I have a couple of nicely padded bras, but COME ON! I do not need to be padded to within an inch of my life, for crying out loud. With some of those bras, strangers could be feeling you up all the way to work on the T and you’d never know! I tried on one of their new superpadded bras (because just trying on one yielded $5 off my purchase, regardless of my NOT buying that bra) and I looked very busty and very peculiar.

I wonder how much money is being spent on padding-technology and the padding arts…?

Well, my sandwich (turkey/swiss/avocado) is done, so it’s back to temping.

It's about damn time.

This morning I had an interview with a rockin' company that needs someone to do exactly what I do. And it's a company full of science-nerds (my favorite thing). It starts out as a full-time temp position with the potential for a permanent spot.

I start this week.

I say again: It's about damn time. I can't wait to contribute to society again. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! PAYING TAXES! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!