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Welcome to 2012

Dulces

"I'm so cool, but I never go on any dates. I'm just gonna go eat chocolate."
-What boys think us girls think.

#RadioEdit

Today I'm thankful for Spotify and Dr. DRE's 2001 album completely edited.

I'm in one of those funks where I cannot really concentrate on work, reading, or anything really. I'm just sitting here staring at the wall listening to one of my favorite albums BUT without the swear words.
Once upon a time I gave up horrific music (like gangster rap & Rage Against The Machine) but sometimes I just want to dip my toes back in it again. Which is bad. But at least this is *clean*.

And a little rant: I'm sick of statement necklaces. How much of a statement can they make if you wear one every week?

Thoughts

a)                 iBooks is easier to use than Kindle for iPad.

secondolvy) Yesterday was 1.5 years since Greg died & all I can think is:

"Okay, we did it.
 We got through it. We suffered. We mourned.
But we're really ready to have Greg back."
:(

Threeve)       $Texas.

IV)                I may have found an apartment in Utah.

5)                  Today is exactly 2 yrs since I started at this law firm.

Seis)             Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco, cinco.

Lucky #7)      I've started doing my hair in low side & back buns.

It's funny how my hair goes through phases where one certain style (on days that I don't feel like doing it) just works so well with absolutely no effort.
But if I try to do my effortless style of yesteryear (or month) it simply crumbles.
Case in point - I cannot get the high bun to cooperate anymore except for after a work out when my hair is really quite sweaty.
It's so strange.

*)                 Dieting is tricky. But not the actual dieting part.

Explaining to people why you are watching what you eat is trixy.
When you don't really need to lose much weight - like me - it's hard to explain why you are saying no to that piece of cake at the office birthday party.
It's because I look fine, I know. I have no  real insecurities (except for that my boobs are too big making it difficult to wear simple t-shirts because my huge  bra shows  - so that's not an insecurity as much as an obstacle I must work around).
I run around in little bikinis and short shorts and feel just fine. BUT I want to feel better than fine. I want to feel hot. And I want to wear crop tops. 

Joking - but not really entirely.

Niner)           I did just throw in this niner.

#Nelly

A few weeks ago I had a zit on my face, literally (and I'm not using that phrase incorrectly, as many people do) the size of a skittle. It was wild. Long story short, for a week I had to deal with the wound that became of the pulsating pimple. (Not literally, but figuratively, the thing really did have it's own pulse)
The open wound that looked something like a burn, or maybe even leprosy was about 3 quarters of an inch in diameter and basically a bloody pussy mess.
Gross, I know.
Well anyways, a few weeks later, all I have left of that humiliating facial feature is a big fat dry patch scar. And you know why I'm blogging about it. It's weird I know, but I kinda like my scar. Who likes a scar on their face? I don't know.
This is more proof to myself that I'm certifiably insane.

Avocados

I simply cannot stop thinking about them.

I have been buying them and eating them in almost every way possible: 

with some eggs, with some chili, with some chips, with just a spoon.

This obsession has got to stop. 

The issue is this, when I'm home and the avocados are available I'm not as enthusiastic as when I'm sitting here at work, not being able to think about anything aside for avocados.

I Don't Know How to be Sarcastic About the Past Decade

Firstly, I thought I'd never blog again because of I haven't been able to figure out how with the new layout.

And secondovly, I'm so sad I left my Ashton Kutcher Nikon  Cool Flix Camera at home today. This past weekend I went on a fun night kayak adventure. Of course, while I don't want my actual valuables to fall in the water, I was daring enough to take my aged camera along for the ride (drift?).

BUT here is my main problem with the poor little purple, blurry picture taking camera.
What am I supposed to call it in jest?

If, say, I wanted to joke about the antiquity of this 4 year old electronic I would typically refer to it as my "90s Camera" but it's so far from the 90s that I feel like an my joke is lacking. Well I guess that is not the main problem. It's the result of this, the main problem:

What do we call 2000-2010?
How can I refer to things from that time period?
There is no way to say it out loud, that is for sure.

How unfortunate, since most everything that comes out of my mouth is a quip of some sort.
I can't quip about this decade and it really bugs.

"You know what really chaps my ass, Harry?" -Lloyd Christmas
2000-2010
"That's what." -Rachel Lynde