Ok, THIS is what I hate about NYC. Dumb little shits like this. Or, maybe they're super cool, and my sense of fashion is just underdeveloped. I especially like the one in green sweats with silver uggs eating Fun Dip.





I also did not like the twelve, yes TWELVE, pairs of god-awful Uggs that I counted at just one baggage claim carousel in BUF in a span of about 30 seconds. On girls/women ranging from about 14 to, oh, 60? Hawt.

I did, however, like the 73 degree weather in Charlotte this morning, and having lunch with my cousin. And the text I got back from the cute boy after I sent 'on my way to the airport'- "shitty! I really wanted to hang out more. I hope I see you again." Aww...

And I love the big "fuck you, environment" of the shower in my hotel room. (I'm sure the little "hang up your towels and save water!" signs make up for it.)

So...
Dan is "in love".
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.
I think (hope) maybe I'm finally done crying about him.
Guess it's finally time to put out that little flame I was burning for him, and move on with my life.
We actually talked for a good hour and a half the other day (first contact we've had in at least a month), and it was... hard... but, good. I think i said most of what I wanted to got off my chest, and maybe now we (I) can move forward.

So i'm in Charlotte for a conference.... when I got here it was about 20, and I thought "WTF, I thought it was warmer here than in Buffalo!" Little did I know it was 1 in Buffalo. So, I guess it's still warmer. Hit 58 today though, it was lovely.

Saw my cousin and her mom (my aunt), and her kids, who I've never met. We realized it's been >5 years since we saw each other.

Had dinner tonight with a friend from med school, who I also haven't seen in >5y, which was nice.

Ate fried pickles. (the diet is in the toilet this week. I've given up. There's too much free food everywhere, and few/no healthy options. So, I'll just enjoy myself (within SOME reason) and get back on track when I get home.)

Met some people here the first morning, and have hung out with them... also met a cute guy... we all went out for dinner and beers the first night. Talked to the cute boy all night, it was flirty and fun. Thought I would see him at the conference, but he hasn't been there since. Today finally asked one of the girls I'd met for his number, to invite him out (with all of us) for drinks tonight.
Sent the text "hey- thinking of going out for drinks tonight, if you're interested."
Got the reply "totally interested... but on call again tomorrow. this is my fri-sun weekend. :( Hoping to escape for a bit- hopefully see you tomorrow."

And I have to say.... that made my day. hell, made my month.
I mean, i'm leaving tomorrow, I'm not sure what I think could possibly happen, and I'm sure I'll never see him again. Nonetheless, it made me smile.

And, speaking of smiling...
Check this out.



you can put it on any website.

.... but HAHAHAHAH I kind of can't stop laughing.

Remember how a while ago I said I was in the 'facebook faceoff' with this chick, and the best she could come up with was to call me 'fat'?

Well...
Last night I finally heard the infamous voicemail, and she calls me a fat pig about 6 times, goes on and on ranting and raving, tells him to tell me I need jenny craig, and then, the part that cracks me up, says I need Proactiv. Isn't that acne medicine? Huh? I may be a lot of things, but bad skin has (fortunately) never been one of my problems. I mean, I don't wear an inch of makeup every day, and so you can see my freckles, but really?

But so here's the kicker.

Here are two recent pictures of her. In the Bills sweatshirt.
Um, wait, fat? Pot? Kettle? hahahahahaha.

Ok, this thing has been going around facebook, and I finally broke down and did it. Figured I might as well put it here too. It's one of those chain-letterish things where you're supposed to reply with 25 things about yourself.

1: I am painfully shy, but you might not guess it by how much I talk/write.

2: Buffalo is the 8th city I've lived in, even though my parents have lived in the same house since '74.

3: I have crushes on several people, and doubt they will ever know it, and miss a few others more than they will ever know.

4: I seriously overuse ;) and :)

5: I am a HUGE sap, and cry ridiculously easily.

6: I will tell just about anyone just about anything they want to know about me- but at the same time tend to keep my real thoughts/feelings to myself.

7: I voted for Nader.

8: I laugh when I'm nervous. I was once called Dr. Hibbert, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

9: I once told someone that I'm not sure I can be friends with anyone who doesn't like the Simpsons. I think I sort of meant it.

10: I judge men by their shoes. Big time.

11: I am scared to death that I'll never get married.

12: I can speak Italian.

13: I just learned that both my paternal great-grandmothers were named Daisy.

14: My middle name is my grandmother's maiden name, and my dead older brother's first name.

15: Music is huge to me, and I think musical compatibility is important.

16: I pretty much hate rollercoasters, but I will still go on them if you want me to.

17: I idolize my father.

18: I have put "missed connections" on craigslist twice, and BOTH times the person answered!

19: I skipped first grade.

20: I am going gray, and do not like it.

21: I am not good at letting people know how much they mean to me.

22: I have always wanted a tattoo, but still have not come up with something important enough.

23: I would rather be hurt, than hurt someone else. This can be a problem.

24: I was recruited for hockey.

25: I am genuinely surprised that I could think of 25 things to say about myself.

Ok, my dad just sent this to me. And this may be a poor judgment call on my part, but I just had to share. Don't say I didn't warn you. It's really gross. I hope it's not real, but it kinda looks like it might be.
It didn't come with any story besides the caption "Don't fish too close to the bank".