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Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Work it... 

so i got up this morning and briefly considered wearing the cute shoes i just bought. but there's something about the soft warm fuzzy shoes i often wear to work that appealed on such a cold morning. so i decided to change. got to chat with some coworkers and it was SO nice not to have to work on that paper during all my down time.

one of the girls i work with seems so incredibly high maintenance. she always wears ultra-expensive trendy new outfits and has that "i'm better than you" attitude.

i might wear the shoes tomorrow if i get adventurous. and i think i'll drink something yummy tonight. and i wish i were more creative and had some time.

i'm realizing i think i have a thing for super short hair on guys. mayhem cuts his hair really short and it's hot. brad pitt buzzes his hair and it's hot. chad michael murray does it and it's also hot. i could go on.

i think i need to stretch my legs tonight so i can wear the heels for over 10 hours straight tomorrow. maybe i'll show them off from a sitting position.

i'm starting to feel like such a grownup sometimes. it's WEIRD. i'm getting performance evaluations at jobs. i'm having company christmas parties. i'm supposed to help people feel comfortable at the party. circulate and mingle with people who aren't enjoying the awkward company party kind of thing. (it's alcohol-free for those of you who thought of that easy solution.)

ok, people are making constant references to me getting married now. in some ways it's exciting and i like it. plus it's kind of nice that others seem as excited about mayhem and me as i am. but in other ways it's a little funny to me because it's so different from what i'm used to. people telling me i'm so young and should enjoy the wild years. people saying i have plenty of obligations to fill before even considering the "adult" stuff. and on and on. of course it also makes me feel like i'm constantly talking about marriage too. like i said, i don't want to turn into one of those girls.


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