A meme a day . . . keeps boredom at bay!

Rhi asked me (well, not me personally, but all her online girlies) to join in this fun meme. I thought I'd oblige.

What were you doing 10 years ago?

I was a junior in highschool at West. (Funny, I had a dream about good ole W.A.H.S. last night.) My life was major fun back then. Brooke, Natasha, Trisa and I were thick as theives, bopping around in my car and skipping school on a regular basis to drive to the beach or Portland to go shopping. Copious amounts of flirting and kissing were happening, and at that time in my life, I had never met a wine cooler I didn't like.

What were you doing 1 year ago?

I was living at the Real World House with Natasha and Nordy. I was insanely in love with Nordy and loved how Da's wild antics drove me insane. Lots of drugs, drinking and snuggling. Exactly one year ago, things were good, it was the nose-dive that followed that really sucked.

Five snacks you enjoy:

Cottage cheese and BBQ chips
Yogurt, honey and granola
Jalapeno Cheese Nips
Cereal
Peanut butter and anything (carrots, apples, cheese crackers)


Five songs you know all the lyrics to:

Brandy Alexander by Feist
I'm a Flirt by R.Kelly and T-Pain
Tears Dry on Their Own by Amy Winehouse
I Can't Leave 'Em Alone by Ciara f. 50 Cent
Every song ever made by Jodeci

Five things you would to if you were a millionaire:

Pay off all my debt and all of my family's debt (i.e. 3 sisters = lots of shopping = lots more bills)
Buy real estate (lots of it!)
Hang out with Monica and Alonzo all the time and have her help me with my writing
Donate to charity
Honestly, probably buy more shit I don't really need, but covet.

Five bad habits:

Not exercising
Being an accommodation slut
Collecting clutter
Drinking too much
Letting rascal boys steal my heart

Five things you like doing:

Making fun, new friends
Sleeping
Two words: Sublime Stitching
Happy Hours! (My Mom just bought me the 2008 edition of Portland Happy Hour's!)
Listening to music

Five things you would never wear again:

Flannel shirts
Mood shirts
Neon, lycra bike shorts
Nipple tape (a very unpleasant experience)
Mules (HATE!)- Totally agree with Rhi!

Five favorite toys:

My Blackberry
My vibrator
My new espresso maker
My icemaker
The picture printer at work

Valentine's Day! Yay!

Happy Valentine’s Day! It’s been a while since my last post, but that’s only because I’ve been so slammed at work and in my personal life.

I sit here today, my favorite holiday of all, in a new, cute pink dress (A-line, empire waist, with collared neck line), black peep-toe heels, and newly gifted Betsey Johnson earrings from my amazing baby sister! Yay! I feel like a million bucks!

Many changes have been occurring. My last day of work for the Pearl District is today, and I start innovative experiences next week. My future is a little uncertain at this point, but I’m ready for it. Let the adventure begin.

Also, I must get Rhi in Pink her Valentine's Day presents. One is so cute it almost hurts my heart that she has not received it yet. It's my crafiest best! We'll make her take a picture of it and post it on her blog.

*Personal miff: I digress, but must make a point. As I was driving to work this morning I was excited at the prospect of listening to shamelessly romantic music on the radio. I was so disappointed that EVERY station on my pre-programmed system was TALKING! No love songs, no romantic notions- nothing! :( C'Mon, radio-land, you can do better than that! All I'm asking for is a little Prince, maybe some Mariah Carey, a splash or two of The Cure, and an old school dash of Jodeci. Is that too much for a Valentine-obsessed girl to ask for? (I'm sorry Rhi- I think my last line was a dangling modifier!) ;)

I'm no good at changing.

Have you ever seen the end of a story before it even begins? Not like a pyschic, but like somebody who keeps making the same mistake because it feels good for awhile, and even when it starts to feel bad it's a familiary type of bad so it's comfortable.

That is my life. That is what I do. It's how I cope, and it has always allowed me to make decisions based on what I already know the outcome will be. All of the knowledge, none of the personal vulnerability.