I come to you today to admit that I have a problem. I'm obsessed with nail polish. The Fed Ex guy just dropped off three new ones. Yesterday, I also received a holiday package from a really good friend. It was two nail polishes (one of which is a discontinued and highly coveted color, I should add). And then, when I was at the grocery store, I bought three holiday polishes, because they were on sale. In 24 hours, I acquired eight polishes. Eight! I have so many, I don't even know how many I have. I have one large box, which is full, and another large box, which is well on its way to full. I think I'm gonna spend New Year's day organizing them by colors. Because that's how I want to start 2010.

I'm pretty over this past decade. Yay, new year. I have a project for 2010. Last night, when I was buying Inglourious Basterds at the movie sto'. Right behind the register, for $14.99, was the first season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I am gonna to rewatch the whole thing. I'll try to review the eps, but we'll see. This will be my new Sunday hobby.

While I wait for my polish to dry, of course.

man, I'm bad about writing in December.

Ok, so yeah, there was the date which wasn't a date. I'd been kind of sort of seeing this boy back in fall of 2008. We went to a Mavs game, some nice dinners, and he even took me to his company holiday party. We reconnected a few weeks ago. He asked if I wanted to have dinner with him. Sure. So, we met for sushi. It was ok. I always pick the wine when there's a wine list. I'm pushy like that. So, we're on our last sushi rolls, and he hits me with "I need your womanly advice." Sure, what's up? "How do I break-up with the girl I've been seeing for over a year, so I can date someone I met in the Caymans?"

...

Dude, really? First he told me he couldn't do it because of the holidays. Then he said something about her studying for finals, and it being a bad time to upset her. I explained that there's never really a good time to upset someone. He got quiet, and looked at his plate. Then, I added, "and don't do that bullshit trick where you act like a dick and try to get her to break up with you, either." I swear to you, he blushed and said "how did you...I was...whoa." Yeah, head's up, we know that trick. Anyway, I told him that waiting was a bad plan, and he owed to the girl to be honest with her.

What else? Oh, here's another li'l insight into me. I like to be left the hell alone.

There was this girl at work (she's not employed at the Thunderdome any longer). She got drunk one night, and called me to whine about her life. I happened to be awake at 1:45am, so I answered. And while she was playing poor pitiful me, she said "you don't even like me." And then, I got pissed. I told her that it was outright insulting to insinuate. After all, like every one else with a cell phone, except for my momz, I have voice mail. I don't have to answer the phone. And for me to do so must mean that I care, non? I told her to call me in the morning, when she sobered up. That following night, while I was at work, she sent me a four page text message. I didn't respond, because it didn't warrant a response. Then, Sunday, whilst I was going Krogering, she called. I didn't hear the phone. She left a voice mail, saying almost verbatim what the four page text had said. I didn't call her back, because it didn't warrant a call back. At 5:50pm Sunday night, as I was waking up from my Sunday afternoon nap, this crazy bitch dropped by unannounced. Oh hell no. If I haven't answered you in two days, what in the holy hell would possess you to disrupt my Sunday evening quiet time. No ma'am. All you did was make me crotchety towards ya. Knocking on my damn door without specifically having been invited over is not allowed in my world.

I don't do drop ins.

I can't deal with this bullshit Seattlesque weather. It makes it even tougher for me to want to leave the house.

I found Some Like It Hot at Bed, Bath & Beyond yesterday for $8. I also got some paw shaped beds for Lucy to lie on, so she could rest her old lady bones. She sniffed it, then laid down next to it. Meanwhile, the cat decided to take over.



that's right, bitches...another picture of my damn cat! :)

I want to redo my bathroom. I need to redecorate everything, but the bathroom is always the easiest place to start. You can change the entire theme for less than $150, including paint for the walls and towels for your heiney.

I'm back to sleeping on the couch. There's a large foundation crack in the Du II, and it's in mah bedroom. So mah bedroom is not as warm as the couch, which is pretty much directly beneath the vent. And I got a Slanket (a faux slanket, rather) for my birthday. And a new teebee. So, I like it out here. It's hell on the spine, though.

I am going to karaoke tonight. A buncha people from work are going. I don't mind socializing on a Sunday night. Just so long as I can take my own car, in case I need to leave way before everyone else is ready to go.

I stayed in, ordered hot wings and watched 16 Candles and Breakfast Club. I miss you, John Hughes!

Except I'm not taking *my own* car, I'm taking my crappy rental. I am scheduled to get my car back on the 9th. That's 15 days after the accident. Lame. I miss my car.

Dear Professor,

I have run away. I am afraid if I stay, I'll just cause nothing but trouble and make everyone unhappy. I need to find a way to serve people and do good.

Love,
Blossom


Professor - Please disregard first note. I have Blossom. Come alone to my lair. Do not bring Buttercup and Bubbles. You must come without them. When you arrive, you must not be accompanied by anyone, especially Buttercup and Bubbles. They are to remain uninformed by telling them anything. Remember Mojo know you no fool, so come alone, without Buttercup or Bubbles, by yourself, with no one with you, alone, yourself.

Mojo

See? Here are two reasons why I don't like to leave the house.

Sunday night, some of my work friends asked if I'd join them for a group dinner at Park on Henderson. It's less than a five minute drive from my house. Hell, I could probably walk there in five minutes. I wanted to hang out and be with my buddies, so I said I would go.

There were 11 of us. They say us on a patio with gas heaters and a mesquite and pinon-burning fireplace. It was 44 degrees outside. :/

We sat outside. We had decent service. We're all in the bizness, too. We had our orders ready at the same time. When the bill came, we all threw in our debit cards and said "just split it evenly among them."

She came back about 10 minutes later, and said she was having a little difficulty, and it would just take a few more moments. Ok, no big deal.

Finally got our cards all back, threw in a couple extra bucks on top of the included gratuity. Got home, looked at my bank account, and got mad. Our server apparently is unaware that every time you swipe a debit card, it pulls money from an account. So, this girl, rather than thinking to herself "I have 10 credit cards and $75 in cash. Let me deduct the $75 and split the rest evenly", was thinking "Ok, $51.37 each. Crap, no wait, $49.94 each. Crap, no, it's $43.63 each." So, I was charged almost $150 for my meal. As was everyone else in my group who paid with a debit card.

This restaurant is closed on Mondays. I've left messages for the manager, but I know what the manager will say. It's just a pending charge and will right itself in a few days. That doesn't change the fact that I need that $100 she overcharged me for dry cleaning and gas.

I'm so angry about this. It's server 101. Don't swipe a goddamned debit card more than once, because it's a debit card and it pulls money every time.

Avoid Park on Henderson. The food is mediocre and the service is not good. And if they seat you on the patio, you'll have to get your clothes dry cleaned to get out that campfire smell.

I'm so angry about the Park debacle that I forgot to tell you the second reason I hate to leave the house. Went to dinner with a boy last night. He asked me for my womanly advice on how to break up with his girlfriend so he could date a girl he met on vacation a month ago :/

I should be getting ready for work. Instead, I'm rocking out to the Broadway channel. I didn't get to do the feast of dead bird yesterday. It felt like something was missing. Boo to this nonsense. Lu, Uly & I had a very merry Slanksgiving on the couch, in our Nightmare Before Christmas slanket. It ruled. We also had a Nutella and banana sandwich for our big meal of the day. Lu got some banana, but no Nutella.



Life is a cabaret, old chum!