Go ahead, judge me

I've become vain superficial.

I said it. And it's very true. Washboard abs, big strong arms, dashing good looks... I want it all. And dangit, I blame P. P and I dated for a few weeks back in May. And it's possible that his aesthetics have ruined my view of men.

He was handsome. The kind of handsome where your personality isn't necessarily important, because you're just nice to look at (this is not to say that I didn't get to know him and sat silently staring at his chiseledness on all our dates --I did no such thing). Now, I don't want to talk him up too much. Eventually I ended things for very good reasons. But my point is this---

I've become very vain superficial.

There was a time in my life where I declared a love of soft bellies and great eyes and guys who cuddle really well. What happened? What is wrong with me? I want to return to my former self. The one who was attracted to substance more than looks, not the other way around.

Maybe it's just a phase.

I enjoy my life

It's true. I do enjoy my life. I love work, and I love my days off. I have yesterday thru tomorrow off and am making good use of the time. Yesterday, I slept. Today I went thrifting in Uptown, but didn't find much. It was still nice to be out and about. I got some Thai tea from the Tea Garden... nom nom nom (that's my way of saying it was yummy). Tonight I'm going out to Cafe Havana with a girlfriend of mine, which will be fun. And tomorrow brings promises of more sleep. And probably some cleaning. And possibly having to bring my car in to get a new battery.

I am in the process of fulfilling #29-- buying a queen-sized (big girl) bed. If all goes well, I am picking up an ikea bed on the 23rd... frame, mattress, and all, for very cheap. The couple selling it to me is moving out of the country and has only had the bed for a year and a half. So I am psyched about that.

Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to take a big fat nap.

iBlog... at work

Yes, kiddos, I'm at work right now. I've been here for approximately 12 1/2 hours now (another 4 to go!) and all is well. In all fairness though, I probably won't feel the effects of this all-nighter until Monday. That should be a bundle of fun.

In general, I do not work double shifts. In general, I do not work overnight shifts. But every once and awhile I decide to do crazy things like this and my bank account thanks me for it.

I'm thinking about #52. Here are my thoughts. I've never been a chain smoker. I've never had tons of friends who smoke. If anything, it's a habit that I am slightly ashamed of. And if I've ever smoked in your presence, you know that I'm usually quite paranoid that I'm bothering those around me with all the cancer-filled clouds that I'm generating. But it is a habit that I really, truly enjoy. It's relaxing. It tastes good (regular cigarettes do not, but my cloves do). And I will be sad to give it up. And please don't try to convince me of it's evils. Just let me be sad that I am giving it up. That's all I ask.