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1. So far I've worked three full days at my new job, and I really like it. No one yells at me, even when I crash the entire website (but it was totally fixed within two hours, y'all. totally.). The lovely French lady who works there has something nice to say about me/what I'm wearing pretty much every day ("That's such a good color on you!" "You just have a cute little figure," etc.) and the manager and owner think I am an INTERNET/COMPUTER GURU because I can (a) edit pictures in photoshop, (b) set up a wireless network and (c) update the website (you know, when I'm not busy blowing it up). I am also learning about the intricacies of status and markup, via seeing the at-cost price of items as compared to the retail price.

2. Still making bagels a few times a week until my new job goes full time. I don't mind, but I will be glad when I no longer have to pry burnt seeds out of the toaster. But I can use the extra moneymoneymoney.

3. Schlumped through the snow for super fun times at the Nth on Friday. Consumed copious amounts of wine while (accidently) ditching the dan (he didn't mind though). Friends, hoorah! Art, hoorah! Snacks, hoorah!

4. me+dan=adorable. seriously. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. throatbarfs.

... and my only complaint in my life right now: wtf is up with this gotdamn snow y'all? SRSLY!

things to doooooo

1. by God clean the apartment

2. make fudge and french macarons

3. mail MF his package

4. laundry times

5. organize desk and set up other computer

6. upload and edit pictures

8. write

So I got a voicemail from Tyler last night, and he's going to be back sometime Tuesday. So I have to clean my apartment so I don't completely appall his organizational tendencies. And I have to cook something delicious to say 'welcome back, hey I like you!'

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I'm trying my best to remember patience, kindness, love, and charity. All of these things are in short stock right now, but as long as I remind myself to get my head out of my ass at least half the time, I think I might make a decent human being yet!

Gary came over the other night for free chicken salad, a present I got him from the Ashe County Cheese Factory (Desert Fire Hot Hot Hot - with a name like that, it screamed Gary), and talky-times. We got to talking about the boys and the ladies of our lives. I'm pretty sure he very gently, very softly implied that I was acting a little like a tramp not too long ago. However, this was tempered with him telling me, in essence, that I needn't sell myself short all the time, that I'm worth waiting for, and all-in-all that I'm a good sort of person who any boy should have to work for to be with. Which I thought was very sweet of him. I'm slowly trying to learn this lesson myself.

Which leads me to T. You know, I was really doing fine with this whole "I haven't seen you in weeks and you won't be back for another 2 but I know you're having a good time so that's ok" thing until he posted pictures online and when I saw them I went "omgzerz miss yooou" like a 12 year old girl. Hmmph.

The last few days have been about reading, painting, and discovering lost joys (such as jewelry making and wine nights).

PS! I have eight types of cheese in my fridge, y'all. I am the cheese master. I should probably make a quiche.