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I AM IN LOVE!

I've had mine for a week now and can't get enough! It's a beautiful thing.

Opine

This is my new favorite word. This word is big on NPR, for obvious reasons. Dictionary.com's definition of it is:

v 1: speak one's opinion without fear or hesitation; "John spoke up at the meeting" [syn: speak up, animadvert, sound off] 2: expect, believe, or suppose; "I imagine she earned a lot of money with her new novel"; "I thought to find her in a bad state"; "he didn't think to find her in the kitchen"; "I guess she is angry at me for standing her up" [syn: think, suppose, imagine, reckon, guess]

I am trying to use it over and over mainly because when I tried to memorize this quote that Thurgood Marshall says about the death penalty, the word opine was the one I always forgot. It wouldn't stick.

Lexicon was the last word I was big on. It really spices up a sentance and folks think you're really smart!

Keeping An Open Mind

My friend, Danielle, told me about the people whose fetish is to dress up as babies. I can't say much more about it because it's a really, really strange thing that I can not even imagine. I have been told that there are many, many websites devoted to this and I guess I'm the last to know. Learn more if you dare.

So Tired ... Tired Of Waiting

I have nothing profound to say other than I hate waiting for people. I am amazed at how rude people can be and I know I should be sympathetic to people's plights but sometimes I'm just not!

More tomorrow ...

15 Minutes

Here's a tip. When you wake up fifteen minutes before your alarm goes off, do not, under any circumstances, go back to bed!!! Your body just thinks you are falling back to sleep all over again for another few hours and then it is brutal to get up. Brutal.

Use those extra fifteen minutes to stretch or re-read the GQ with Brad Pitt on the cover. Whatever works for you.

Just lookin out.

True Confessions

I got this postcard from PostSecret. The New York Times wrote about them on Sunday in their Arts Section:

"At PostSecret, found at postsecret.blogspot.com, the confessions are consistently engaging, original and well told. How come? The Web site gives people simple instructions. Mail your secret anonymously on one side of a 4-by-6-inch postcard that you make yourself. That one constraint is a great sieve. It strains out lazy, impulsive confessors."

So many of the secrets are things I think about all the time. Many are ways people want to escape from their lives but for one reason or another can not.

My one secret that I'll share is that I have terrible bouts of jealousy. I get pissed when mean people get great things, especially mean and selfish people I know personally. And I get jealous when my classmates are really successful. It's not that I don't want them to be but I usually want what they have for myself.

(There are some better ones but that's as good as you get!)

Dave Chappelle In My Dreams

I, like all of America, was obsessed with the whereabouts of Dave, so much so that I had this strange dream:

Dave was the best friend of a male friend of mine I barely see.  I was so excited to see my friend but then he introduced me to his friend, Dave Chappelle, and I couldn't contain myself.  I grabbed him and told him how worried I was about him.  He was really thin and I'm not so I was worried I was going to break him when I hugged him.  He kind of shrugged his shoulders and didn't want any attention.  He said he just wanted to lay low.  I said ok, that's fine.  I just wanted to let him know that I was concerned and that I see a therapist and it's really good for me.  He looked at me like I was kind of crazy and I knew I was being crazy but I couldn't help myself.  We stood in silence for a while and then I left him alone and spoke to my friend.

Suddenly, my friend, Ericka appeared.  I was so excited to see her too.  She had Dave's same reaction.  Dave suddenly lit up when he met her (since she's hot) and started to hit on her.  I knew then that he would be fine.

The Big New Word Lately Is ...

... snarky!!! I'm not sure when it happened and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Girl Meets Grill

I have housesat for many people in my time and Kate's house is the absolute nicest house I've ever stayed in. She was one of the editors of Deadline and is a cool lady. Her home in Chelsea is beautiful with a large garden. I stayed for two weeks to take care of her parrot which wasn't a lot of work. When she let me stay, she said, "You know you have to throw a dinner party! My place is too fabulous not to."
And I did. My friends still talk about that dinner party and I miss living in her lovely home. Honestly I think it spoiled me forever.

Kate is also a FANTASTIC cook herself and this Sunday the Times did a piece on her that is true Kate. You should check it out. Here's my favorite quote of hers:

She was married for six years. ''Now I couldn't think of living with anyone,'' she said. ''I like not having to . . . adjust. Relationships for our generation were sort of poisoned, you know? Women are so competent now, and we didn't used to be. I mean, we used to type their term papers! Men my age talk too much.'' I shut my mouth for the next four or five hours. ''I do much better with men a little younger than me, even just five years younger.''

I'm cold ...

... and I'm tired of it. And it's only mid-December!

And hats make my hair all dry and messy.

And the mini heater in my room is nice but there is something about blowing hot air into my room that feels (and smells) strange.

And I wish my office had better heating.

And I know I should wear thicker sweaters but I'm allergic to wool.

And tea helps but then I have to keep going to the bathroom and then I have to take my pants off and then I'm cold again.

And why did I wear a thong when I have a thin lining in my pants. It's like I'm not wearing any pants at all. (Maybe that was too much information.)

And why didn't I buy those boots that were on sale Thanksgiving Day. Oh, I do regret it now, especially since I can't find another pair.

All right. I'm done. Thanks for reading my rant.