how the fuck is it possible

that i'm the least clueless of my freaking quantitative decision making group.

seriously.

the best way this conversation could EVER go...

"i'm already losing weight."

"how can you tell?"

"by the way my clothes fit."

"well, whatever you do, DON'T lose it in your ass or your hips."

stay tuned this shit is better than the young and the restless..

so you read about the other night with my ex.
what you didn't read was that after sushi we went back to his truck and had sex. sounds funny doesn't it?
well, you know, the truck has a bedroom in the back just like our old vw pop-up only bigger. it's really nice, he has wireless internet and all kinds of fun shit back there.

i can't explain to you what a nice night it was. we laughed and talked. it was just like old times.

we chatted about his fifteen year old daughter. when we lived together in LA her mother sent papers saying that the new husband was adopting the daughter. i held him while he cried and then signed those papers. it was a nightmare but we made it through.

his daughter has a myspace page. he keeps up with her on it. he says she's off the chain.

"myspace?" i say. "you HAVE to add me!"
"sure," he says...

last night i went to dinner with my ex boyfriend

the five year one.

we went and ate sushi.

as we're being seated, i go to take my seat in the booth facing the restaurant. uhm, ya i don't sit with my back to the door. anywhere. because of the "what if i get jumped" factor. it's an old habit, and trust me it HAS come in handy just like i thought.
but he pushes his way to my seat.

"no no no, i don't sit with my back to the door," he says.
"well, neither do i," say i.
"ya but I'M the boy," he says. "i know that you're the alpha dog in all your other relationships, but not with me."

you know? he's right. i always say that i want to be the woman in a relationship. and i want the man to be the man. but i'm not going to just give it to you. you have to take it.

i've known this for a long time about myself, but still keep picking men that don't stand up to me. silly, really, doncha think?

the sushi was awesome. everything he ordered was perfect.

oh cripes, thanks for the legacy o'malley

"With warmer weather setting in, East Coast cities must look at creative ways to keep people from killing each other."

here's some local video just for shits and giggles. our mayor suggesting conflict resolution classes for our drug dealers. cool! another feckless government subsidized project. go tax money go!

i want this shirt please for $82

when did i become this person?
i bought a coach bag the other day.
and i like shoes.
what is happening to me?

update: said purse