I've also been jonesing for Scrabble.

I really, really, really, really, really, really, really want to play.

I've been on a strict no mac and cheese diet

But I am mad craving it now.

I am going to devour the entire Kraft box.

Ok, I just hit shuffle on my ipod and here are the first 6 songs it spit out:

• The Devil's Workday (Modest Mouse)
• The Boys of Summer (Don Henley)
• Danger Zone (Gwen Stefani)
• Shanghai (Ed Harcourt)
• Desperado (Eagles)
• The Life of Riley (Lightning Seeds)

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Third Course

Second Course

More Excess

I'm getting a little too comfortable with this not showering before work thing. Surprisingly, I'm relatively perky for all of the ubiquitous drinking that went on last night. I don't remember the end of the Oscars. At all. But, I do recall Chris Rock in the beginning being pretty funny. The snippet of him asking the patrons of the Magic Johnson theater their movie picks was awesome. And I remember him scoring on everyone, which is always funny.

I was at a friend's last night. Well, my boyfriend's friend, but I've now adopted him as my own. He's way cool. Somehow amidst all the revelry, he managed to burn me 3 cds. Suddenly, they just appeared in my hand on my way out the door. You can't beat that. And, get this- he prepared a 4 course dinner for us. From scratch! It was good! I have pics!

First course: oven roasted tomatoes with herbs and cheese
Second course: potato leek cilantro soup
Third course: Tilapia fish with some yummy topping and edible flowers
Fourth course: ginger ice cream

Yes! Yes! Yes! Everything was sublime. Except for the edible flowers, because they tasted like flowers.

And I'm happy that Charlie Kaufman won an oscar.

I don't know what

I'm to say. I'll say it anyway. Today's another day...

Everything in moderation including moderation.

I'm feeling a tad guilty

about doing nothing more than drinking wine and watching poker on tv last night. So, today my body is a temple and I won't watch any tv in repentance. But, should I feel guilty? is the question that's plaguing me. If I hadn't been so bacchanalian last night, then I probably wouldn't be so healthy today. Can't have the yin without the yang.

I'll just flow from one end of the spectrum to the other.

Does anyone put effort into their appearance for work?

I don't. As a matter of fact, today I am wearing my drape pants. Yes, they are pants that make me look like I am wearing a window dressing. My last vestige of caring what I look like was given up today. Blowdrying my hair will no longer be a part of my morning ritual. The poofiness of my hair is quite surprising, though. Maybe if I just pat it down throughout the day, no one will really notice.

My new mantra is:

Relax the fuck out.

I'm having the greatest time ever!

I'm drinking wine and watching CELEBRITY POKER SHOWDOWN. One of my favorite Dallasians just called, who happens also to host a stellar Ladies Poker Night. She asked me if I was training, but this show is too silly. One thing I have noticed though, is all of the women are super supportive. Whenever one of them wins, the other one will asservate something like "That was an awesome play!"

You gotta love women.

Today, here are the things I accomplished with the internet:

• looked up the nutritional information for couscous
  
• investigated the origin of the term spam for unwanted emails
  
• discovered Bob Morris, who's kind of amusing
  
• I actually took the time to read this
  
• researched the lyrics to Ciara's song, 1-2-Step
  

I want to find inspiration

on the internet. But I don't think that's gonna happen. Surfing the net at work is just as useful as having a tv on my desk. When I'm forced to sit here, in the exact same spot for 8 hours, all ideas drain out of me. It seems like there should be many useful things to search on the web, but my work-mush brain only plods to the same sites everyday: The New York Times, The Boston Globe, Internet Movie Database. There's nothing wrong with these sites in and of themselves, but they've lost their luster. The internet has lost its luster. I guess when you're forced to do something everyday for 8 hours that kind of thing will happen.

I can go crazy with the Internet Explorer.

I have 5 open right now. Is that a lot, you think?

It sucks

that I actually have to do work at work.

I went to bed at 2:40 last night. I don't know why I'm proud of that. The insane sleeping that went on a couple of days ago has evidently enabled me to live off of very little sleep currently. I wonder how long this will last.

I have not showered today.

No lie. My hair is kinda flat. I slept for muchas horas yesterday. It was amazing, actually. Yet, I felt better and better after each 4 hour nap. Enycee musta really gave me a beating. I hooked up with a high school mate and we partied until the wee hours of the night at a place called Bob's. (Pic will be posted soon.) Why does everything seem cooler in nyc? It was a hip hop bar that essentially became a capacity-filled, sweaty, bumpin' dancefloor. I had a freaking blast. And every ethnicity under the rainbow was there. We finally left at 4-ish and the place was still open. It's been quite a while since I returned home as the sun was rising.

I stayed at a college friend's place that night. As a matter of fact, the reason I was in the city was to be at her baby shower the following day. She has a full apartment these days, so I was assigned the couch. I did some crazy sleeping on that couch. I don't know if it was the gin and tonics or the shape of the couch, but I woke up in some funky-ass positions. The cover was everywhere, my legs were everywhere, my face was mashed onto everything. If anybody walked by, they would have thought I was afflicted with something.

I don't understand.

Don't ipods already shuffle your songs?

Another 80s bonus- overly stuffed jeans. And what's up with the scarf?

To Live and Die in L.A.

I watched this movie recently. I think it was recommended to me by my netflix. Anyway, it was released in 1985 and it is 80s fabulous. Upturned collars. Perms. Testosterone laden cops who run around kicking everything- doors, cars, fences, whatever's near them. Bungee jumping. Wang Chung. I ate it up! I loved it!

We celebrated Valentine's Day by gorging ourselves

at Caffe Umbra in the South End. While there, we noted it is quite the lesbian dining venue of choice. The atmosphere of the restaurant is chic and subdued with low lighting and techno-ambient or techno-lite playing in the background. This contrasts starkedly with the restaurant next door we've been known to visit also, Pho Republique. Pho is more in your face with loud chatter, a big booming neon lit bar, and amped up music. The gay men and the heteros who love them are the main patrons there.

The noted difference made my boyfriend and I question which type of person we are- gay man or lesbian. I am, without a doubt, a flaming gay man on the inside. My boyfriend is more of a lesbian. So fitting.

Did anyone watch the Grammys?

Or have I reached that age when I don't even realize these events are happening anymore? I'm hoping everyone else overlooked it as well. Was it even publicized? At any rate, I heard it was just as tedious as previous years. By looking at the list of winners, you'd think no one under 40 is a member of the Academy of Recording Arts. U2 beat out Mighty Mouse and Franz Ferdinand. And that 'Daughters' song by John Mayer won Song of the Year. Ick.

I'm home alone on a Saturday night

and I've got nothing better to do than take pictures of myself with my awkward camera phone. The best lighting in my apt. can be found in the bathroom doorway, by the way.

Greetings from the bathroom doorway

For some reason, I can't remember exactly what we ate. And, I can't remember the names of those people.

Ahh, the middle of the week

With what joy I find myself in my cube. I'm mentally a bit slow today, so office life shouldn't be too torturous.

I celebrated the Chinese Rooster New Year last night by feasting. Yay feasting! I was told the year of the rooster is bad for love. We took a mini poll last night of everyone's animal year. Mine was by far the lamest. Most people at the table were born in the year of the dragon. How fucking cool is that? Others, in the year of the snake. Again, very cool. I, however, was born a rabbit. A timid creature at worst. A fornicator at best.

It's kinda hard to surreptitiously take your own picture whilst at work. And that angle is just not getting any better.

Hi there.

What is that you say?

Do you say it's picture time?!!!

Fact:

I drop 50% of the things I carry.

I also have gross motor skills.

Geesus! Can my blog heading be any bigger?

If I was tech savvy, I would do something about that.

80s lovin'

Particularly by me. Notice the 'keys' bowl behind me. A little anachronistic, but that's something that really should have never gone out of style. Ha ha!

Many bright jello shots were quaffed.

You CAN NOT go wrong with a yellow jacket.

Ever.

80s parties are way cool. Can you guess which tv star this is?

Because the 80s are back in style

and I haven't posted any pics lately, I'm going to post pics from an 80s party I went to last year. Yay!

Arriba!

Yo quiero voy a mi casa rapido. Undelay!

This Shit is Bananas

I've got Stefani's song "Hollaback Girl" in my head. But, I can't figure out what a hollaback girl is. Is it someone that hollers back? But that would be too literal, wouldn't it? Surely, it means something more nuanced than that.

http://www.lyricstop.com/albums/gwenstefani/hollabackgirl.html

Phrase of the Day:

DANGER ZONE

As in, highway to the

Word of the Day:

ZIGGURAT

As in, I like to smoke ziggurats.

What am I going to get that man?

For Valentine's Day, natch. You know, he returned the last gift I got him. And gave me a lecture about not being attuned to him. Evidently he drops gift hints around me like bowling balls. Or so he says. Yes, I'm a pretty oblivious person, but, well, I don't need a lecture on it.

But! But! *I have the perfect gift for him*****! Are you ready? This is big.

I'm signing him up for cooking classes.

I think I'm in a bad mood

I wasn't sure at first. It kind of snuck up on me, but now I'm positive. Everything is annoying. The internet is annoying. Headlines are annoying. Gossip is annoying. This freaking spreadsheet I'm working on is annoying. People walking down the hall are annoying.

I've been following a friend's blog about being Mr. Mom and I'm exhibiting the same crankiness patterns as his howevermany-month old daughter. What is this telling me? Yup, naptime.

I wonder if I have a cranky-face right now.

Birthday Dinner Festivities

I am not as refreshed this morning, but I'm not complaining. I was up past my 9 pm bedtime at the Special Lady's b-day dinner at Tapeo. Spanish tapas and sangrias flowed. And it was an all female affair. Something I just don't get enough of. I took pictures with my camera phone, but they didn't turn out so "hot." I'm going to blame it on the lighting.

I ate a peach.

It was good.

I love my new schedule!

I feel refreshed! Alive! And all because I am keeping the hours of an infant.

I do have a pic! Albeit, a very random one. It's definitely better than the picture I was drawing.

A Special Lady

is having a special day today! She is my co- Fairway, Silverstein, Oak Cliff, mentally, physically, and emotionally precocious friend from waaay back. One of the coolest Dallasites I know. I wish I had a pic, but alas I don't. Maybe I'll draw one. See you at 7, Special Lady!

I've been up since 6 am!

And I'm not tired. I haven't even had a coffee. Mmmm, coffee. I wish the coffee at this workplace was drinkable. It's so ehh. Although they do have like 15 flavors to choose from. The only one I've tried so far is Southern Pecan. It's buttery. And light. But not necessarily good. There's this other flavor they have called French Roast. It's the stimulant of choice here. People will hide packets of it in their offices. They're so crazy.

HOME MOVIES

I love this show! Here's a link: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0197159/quotes. I actually watched an episode this morning. Just an example of some of the productive things you can accomplish if you wake up two hours before you really need to. Yes, watching a dvd can be considered productive. (But only if it's a really good show.)

A New Dawn

I've got a new game plan! I will wake up at 6 am and go to bed at 9 pm. Thus, giving me 9 hours of sleep. This is what I did last night. I feel great! Basically, this gives me 4 functional hours after I get off work. This may sound miniscule, but I've theorized this will force me to be productive. I can't play on the internet or cook ridiculous dishes I watched on Food Network anymore. I'll feel the pressure and will of course respond by being productive.

Let's see, what productive things did I do last night? First off, I did my laundry, which is definitely productive. But, I don't actually "do" my laundry, in the classic "do" sense. I more drive it to the laundromat, check off whether I want bleach and downy, and pick it up the next day. I know there's gotta be something else productive I accomplished yesterday. I think all the wine has affected my memory a bit.