Ho ho ho




My plans to one day dress up as Angel for Christmas will not be thwarted. Next year, people! Next year! And I will spend Christmas day alone in a bar, too, just as I've always threatened...



At least this year I didn't have a nervous breakdown in the Home Depot parking lot in Macon, Georgia.



Tomorrow I head for the beach.

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In love again




It's true. I'm in love again. With my city. With Atlanta.




I could chalk it up to the gorgeous weather the past week (high of 70 almost everyday with blue, blue skies) or the fact that the semester just ended, or that I'm at a good "moving on" point from the divorce, or that I'm back on the dating market, or a million other things. In actuality, I think my reborn love begins where all those millions of reasons meet.



It feels great to love Atlanta again. I mean, where but this city could I have sat next to a former WWE Women's Champion at 1 in the morning while watching ridiculous puppet antics and having bras tossed at me? I mean, really. Can you think of another city where all of that is possible? I can't. And then later, at a house party at 3 am, watching drunk dipshits nearly blow their hands off with roman candles brought in from North Carolina, I had fabulous conversation about the history of this city, about the local NPR news announcer, about writing and promise and hope for the future. Where but here is that possible? I tell you, it feels good to be happy in the geography of where I am right now, right this instant. It feels good.

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Japanese alcoholic beverage made from fermented rice



After a running thought that I couldn't let go on the proper way to spell 'saki', I looked it up and discovered that both 'sake' and 'saki' are correct. And, 'saki' is also a small arboreal monkey of tropical South America with long hair and bushy nonprehensile tail.

Now go forth with your newfound knowledge and wow your friends at trivia.

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The latest in 'Is this really my life?' news




Yes! Finals are over! Relief and joy is all around. Mostly. But not all is rosy and wonderful in my life. Yes, it's true, the friend who talked me into plunking down money and joining her in the dark, polluted waters of internet dating has, a mere 2 weeks into this bullshit, found a man. So that whole, "It'll be way more fun if we're doing this together and can compare battle stories" rah-rahing has turned into me trying to call her to hang out and being told she's going to the strip club with her new boyfriend, proving once again that you can't trust straight women; they'll sell you out at the first sign of interest from a boy with a dog and Christmas lights in his front yard.



Ok, all bitterness aside, I'm really happy for her. Sorta.



Then there's my friend who I went bath fixture and paint sample shopping with earlier in the week. She and her man are slated to close on their fixer-upper on the 20th, and my eyes are so green with envy I can hardly see straight. Real estate, people. Real estate! She's managed, in the words of another friend, to "con" some man into buying real estate with her. So. Jealous.



The worst is that every middle-aged woman who hears I'm internet dating says, "Don't do that! I have just the son/nephew/grandson for you." I start asking questions, and inevitably what comes out is that he's a) unemployed or b) a waiter and c) he still lives at home. What does this say about me as a person, that everyone is trying to set me up with their loser sons, not the ones who are 2nd-year-law students or work in high finance? The middle-aged women's explanation? "He's creative, like you..."



Oh, I get it. 'Creative' means 'undateable'. Thanks.



My personal life aside, I think I did really well in my classes this fall, despite experiencing XTREME burnout, and work is wonderful, as always. Have I mentioned I LOVE my job? I am a valued, appreciated team mate, and I now even have my own business cards. Maybe I'll just become one of those stereotypical balls-busting career women, feeding off the weakness of others to further her own ambition. Then, while no man would want to date me, at least I'd be making enough money to buy all the real estate my little bitter heart could ever desire.



(Considers this...)

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Almost done with Finals Week






Things I will not miss about college when I finally finish this stupid undergrad degree I was supposed to have finished three-and-a-half years ago:





--18-year-olds.


--Professors who became professors because they never wanted to grow up, and desperately want the 18-year-olds to think they're still cool, but really, the 18-year-olds only added them as a facebook friend because they were hoping it would help them get an A, and it totally did.


--Overpriced vending machines that eat your dimes.


--The humiliation of discovering the book you paid $95 + tax for in August is only worth $9.95 at book buyback in December.


--Finals Week.

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From The Oracle of Bacon



Mo Rocca has a Bacon number of 2. Mo Rocca was in Bewitched (2005) with David Alan Grier
David Alan Grier was in Woodsman, The (2004) with Kevin Bacon



I just love that DAVID ALAN GRIER is the link between Mo Rocca and Kevin Bacon. Who knew??

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