So I’m post fast and this is my conclusion. Life was easier when I wasn’t eating. Digestion takes to damn long and it takes energy. And now I have to think about what I’m going to eat and prepare it. It’s a little annoying.

On a side note, I’m coming along at collecting Oscar nominated flicks. I’m on to the documentary section. I’ve tweeted and FBed and on about The Cove. Damn son.

Staff meeting. These are weekly and of much importance. Kombucha in hand, snow on the ground, Andy pressing us to meet pronto. I’m off.

I’m not an elitist and yet, I have an iphone, and feel like I’ve been catapulted into a new, bad ass club where I am a member and damn proud. (Hello, long sentence. You are sexy.) I’m on it constantly. I’m one of those people that nods her head like I’m listening (and I kind of am) while we are carry on a conversation, iphone in hand and iphone in eyes. I’m not really listening to you. And I’m sorry.

If I could return it, I might. I might return that little green skull faced phone. I start to read a book at night, BAM, I’m thinking about it (let’s call her LaToya because that’s her name.) So any time LaToya is in my peripheral vision, I have a question that only she can answer. Reading! I’ll read LaToya. Movies, well LaToya has youtube.

LaToya got me through the Master Cleanser.

If Matt was into alternative lifestyles, I might date him and LaToya.

This is how I feel today.

I need a new perm. I get my hair did up at 3. I’m too chicken sh*t to change it.

It’s technically Friday - no school tomorrow. I don’t have to catch the bus.

I suddenly feel this intense desire to travel. This too shall pass. I just read Hilary’s happenings in Xalapa, Mexico. This intense feeling comes over me throughout the week, every week. Ultimately, it’s an anxious feeling like I need air.

Matt arrived: day 735 of my long distance relationship. I love our little car rides from the airport into town. Nothing quite compares to those confusing 15 minutes when I have to concentrate on the road while being totally distracted by his presence. We love stop lights. That’s when I feel like I have air again.

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I was horrible at Twitter or rather Tweeting. First of all, I’m not sure how you spell Tweeting and should the verb be capitalized? I have many questions in this arena.

Lately I’ve been wanting to discover the “crafter” within myself. Growing up, my mom was always into some new craft such as basket weaving and sweater decorating (not bejeweling, more like puffy painted bears and reindeer.) So, it’s in my blood, right? I found a website with some wicked cool crafty ideas and yet the website suggestions the practice of witchcraft to it’s followers. Perhaps it’s a play on words. I’m not always sure of these things.

Ok, so I made it through another post. I’m posting, right? I created a post. That sounds official enough for me.

Curtsy time,

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On Andy Welfle’s “staycation,” he convinced me to be a bliggity blogger. How do I address the masses about my inner workings? I think I need to get techified, first and foremost. I need a sweet phone. Something with bells and loud whistles, such a Droid? Perhaps. Perhaps hand.

Please note that wine was involved in my first post.

Today I misspelled mousse. That was somewhat embarrassing. I wrote mouse, but played it off like it was meant to be. Whateva.

Watched Glida today. Taught some clients. Ate some carbs, mostly unnecessary carbs. Thought about buyingvarious items and resisted; this always makes for a better day.

And now, I sign off. I need a sign off, right?

A fancy curtsy to you and yours!