I just realized something- that when it comes to relationships and meeting people NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THEY'RE DOING! THEY JUST PRETEND TO! Granted, some people seem disproportionately lucky in that arena but I think it's just because they don't care and go for it. They already know that no one know's what he or she is doing but they do it anyway. I could be wrong about this but I don't think so. From this moment forward, I'm going to try not to give a flying fuck and just go for it! I suspect however that it is easier said than done. Now that I've discovered that small secret of the universe, I just have to get past my reserve. With plenty of alcohol and goading from friends, I think I can even overcome that, which is saying something. My reserve is pretty damn strong. Okay. I'm done now.

I don't know what happened, but I think it's the power of the dangly chandelier earrings. It's so uncharacteristic of me to buy dangly chandelier earrings but they were just so cute that I had to have them. And now I want more! And I'm wearing them today and I'm just flirting with everyone, particularly my bank crush! :) Fun, fun times!

I'm tired. I just did that corporate challenge thing. I walked, though, not ran. Still tired. I walked by myself because my co-workers walked way too slowly and I just can't deal with that. I walk fast even when I'm NOT in a hurry! And I've decided I just have way too many passwords to keep track of. Sometimes I can't remember what's for which- work password, e-mail password, e-peeps password, Crate and Barrel password, Amazon password, work e-mail password... you get the picture. At least I'm no longer giving every single one a different, "funny" password that I absolutely can't remember but it seems like a good idea at the time. Thankfully, I've grown out of that stage. Okay. Still tired. Going to drink a glass of wine, read more of Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and go to bed. 'Night, all.

I have come to that conclusion. Maybe I ought to clarify because I don't think I'm high-maintanence in the traditional definition of the term. I can't be bothered to get my hair done every six weeks. Getting a regular trim is too much like work! I do have fake nails, because I'm an incessant nail biter and I can't grow my own to save my life, however, I cannot stand having to go every two weeks to get them done. I both love and hate it. I feel absolutely decadent and it's really relaxing but I hate having to do it. It makes me crazy. Maybe I'm just like Sally in "When Harry Met Sally" when Harry tells her that she's the worst kind, she's high maintanence but she thinks she's low maintanence. I, however, do not order things on the side. Anyway. There's my thought of the day.

Sometimes, life is just too comedic. I've always said that God has a sense of humour, a rather twisted, questionable sense of humour, but one none the less. This evening, I went to Trisha and Paulnotpaul's new place which is off of Hertel. Yes, they have had to move to Parkside as a result of the advent of the sproglet. It's a lovely place. Anyway, whilst there, Trisha informed me that she had a surprise for me. Actually, we were walking to Kosta's as the time, but that is neither here nor there. So, after food, I was attempting to help them unpack some things and such when she exclaimed, "Oh! Your surprise!" and then ran off. When she returned, she dangled a very familiar red and black object before- my wallet that has a strap that slips over one's wrist that I lost that fateful night of her bachelorette party. Those of you that were there, know the time we had and might possibly remember that I was drunk off my ass. Not only was I drunk off my ass, but I was drunk off my ass in a black wig! Good times! Okay, okay, I digress again! So, the wallet that I remembered tossing on her loveseat in the front room in a drunken haze at about 4:30 in the morning was no where to be seen! The next only natural assumption was that it was lost somewhere on Allen St. And yet, there it was all of the time, hidden in the folds of fabric on her loveseat! I feel somewhat vindicated but also like I've lost a good drinking story. Or did I gain another story? I think it might be both. All I could do was laugh when I saw it tonight. What else was there to do? Madness. At least I now have that 20-odd dollars and various forms of ID back, including my Buff State ID when I ridiculously short, copper red hair! I am so glad that I have that back! Good night, fair E-strippers!