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…so why is there this little wee part of me that actually got excited upon Matt and I watching Purple Rain? Was it the hair? The tight purple pants? The way he groped his thighs and ran his palms over his tight little butt? I mean, what is that? Can I picture my fiance’ flitting about the apartment in purple spandex, feathered Aqua Net hair askew, looking at me as if I were another man he wanted to maul? Ugh. No. So what does that make me, and tons of other women who have this mild attraction to the man that you swear to god isn’t straight? It’s enough to make you question your own sexuality, folks.

Do you ever sit here on a Sunday night and think about what you would do with your Monday if you didn't have to go into work? It's not so much that I dislike my job right now, but more I'm not feeling work. Yeah, I know. I have to work to pay bills, etc. But as of late, my weekends have just flown and I often don't feel refreshed enough to go back to the office on Monday. This past week being end of the month, it was truly insane. I worked a lot of overtime that I don't get paid for (I love being salary. Really.) and I walked out of there every day completely drained. My weekend was pretty fun, hanging out with friends, mostly, and doing a bit of cleaning today, but I don't feel revitalized. Ok, now I sound like a hair product. That's the best word I can come up with. Revitalized. Rejeuvenated. I'm sitting here at 9:31pm Sunday evening feeling as though I've been hit by a Mack truck. Dead tired. zZz. And nervous for some reason. Anxious. I think I just need a month-long break. Winning the lottery would work, too.

I wonder if we have a meth lab right below our bathroom. I feel like going all Nancy Drew on their ass and finding out. You see about eighteen thousand people walking in and out of that joint below us. There's a sign in the window that says, “Please ring bell.” Like what else are you going to do, just barge in? Also, I constantly hear the loud whir of their bathroom fan going 24/7. You never see the same people going in and out of there. It's just this constant sea of different faces that all seem nervous, like you just caught them playing with captain winky. Maybe I'll bake them a batch-o-brownie-goodness and take them down there when they're tweaked out of their minds and have a look.

Today's weigh in was mostly a good thing, considering I ate like utter crap yesterday - a 15 point gyro (and that's taking a guess), potato salad, and one and a half pieces of gooey spicy delicious goodness from Flying Pie. And, the day before, I had carrot cake. So, I can be glad that I didn't gain anything from that. I guess that's the important part, right? Still, there's the anal part of me that knows I shouldn't have eaten what I did, and if I didn't, perhaps I would have lost a pound or so. Either way, I'm writing it off as “I-didn't-lose-because-aunt-flo's-making-her-rounds”, just so we're straight.

Doing anything this weekend? Last night was a lot of fun. Getting together with a couple of friends of ours is always a blast. Especially over good food and there's always good convo. Today we're heading to the wess-sseeeeeide~! to visit my friend, Dianne, and we're going to see Hotel Rwanda, which I've heard is supposed to be excellent. Should be a fun day. I can't tell you how much I needed this weekend!

We're about to head over to our friends' place, and I must confess I'm a tad nervous about tomorrow's weigh-in. I was bad yesterday and split a piece of carrot cake with a coworker. Today, I had a gyro and some potato salad, and tonight.. yes, tonight, we're having pizza. I love all these things, and I feel like I've been pretty good. So we'll see if it makes that much of a difference with the exercise I've been getting on a daily basis. Oh, and to work against my favour, the big P started today. God, I love being a girl. Wish me luck for tomorrow morning!

Have you heard about this CF? Yeah. Real smooth. In case you don't want to read the entire article (though you should), a southern California man parked his SUV on train tracks this morning, waiting to die. At the last minute, he decided to back out of his suicide attempt, fled, leaving his vehicle behind. This caused a chain reaction, two trains derailed, killing ten people and injuring over 200 people. The jackhole that decided against death, lived, of course. He is currently facing ten counts of murder.

I feel two ways about this. The animalistic side of me thinks, “What a selfish bastard.” The humanistic side of me, which thankfully makes up more of my logical thinking, feels bad for the guy. No one should be in that kind of mental state, and I don't know that it's right for him to be charged with murder. Manslaughter, maybe, but his intent wasn't to hurt or kill other people.

I recently picked this cat litter up over the weekend upon a suggestion of a friend, and let me just tell you it's the best stuff I've ever used. Previous to this, my babies took a dump in Fresh Step. While this worked so/so, the beasts weren't that great about wiping their feet when hauling out of their poop box to go chase these weird beetle things that have been appearing in our apartment as of late, so there would be these little stones everywhere. The great thing about this litter is that it's all natural, prevents kidney infections and other infections cats are prone to involving their litter, and best of all - it totally blocks odors and there's no stone to clean up! The litter itself are these little wood pellets that don't attach to your kitty's feet. Trust me, if you can snag this stuff, it's well worth it. Plus, the litter is supposed to last four weeks per bag, and the bag's not that terribly huge. We'll see if that's truly the case. Even if it's not, I've been very happy with it, and I'd suggest it to any meow owner. If you decide to give it a try, let me know what you think!

As I learn more and more about my current position with my company, the more I both like it and stress about it all at once. There's a part of me that feels like perhaps I'm not picking up things as quickly as they were hoping, but I realize it's nothing but my paranoia whispering that little voice in my head. Both my boss and her boss mentioned that me and another woman new to the company are doing extremely well, so I guess I should just chill. I am glad for this job, however - it's kind of nice to have a job that challenges you.

Lately, though, I've been really wanting to get out and explore Portland. When I lived here previously, I lived in the west burbs of the city, and never really had a reason to go into the city much. After meeting my friend over the weekend for that estate sale, I've been dying to bust around the city and play Dora. The northwest area of the city seems interesting. Lots of little shops, neat old houses, and coffee shops that allow you and your dog inside to enjoy a cup-o-java. Seems like a pretty hip (albeit expensive) area I'd love to check out more. I should bring my camera along. I want to start photographing things more. I don't feel as though I've done enough of that lately. Portland just has so much to offer. I'm excited to take advantage of it!

A friend and I went to five estate sales today. I'd never been to an estate sale, so I was in for a treat. It's my understanding that most of them begin Friday and end Sunday. Sundays are a great day to go because most of the time prices are reduced by half. Of course, coming on Sundays means you often won't get to find the really good stuff, unless you're lucky. I guess today was my lucky day! The first estate sale was in a really ritzy neighbourhood up in the west hills. That's where I found this beautiful 1940s lamp (or so the estate sale representative advised me). I actually have two of these lamps, both look exactly the same, and they both have “Beckwith China” engraved near the base in a beautiful hand painted fashion to match the intricacy of the artwork on the lamp itself. So far, I haven't been able to find out much about these lamps, so if you have any information regarding these lamps, I'd love to hear from you. I knew I had a great deal when the estate sale woman said she'd considered purchasing those lamps herself, and was shocked to know no one purchased the lamps on the first day of the sale. I felt pretty good walking out of there only having spent $20 on two beautiful antique lamps. Now I need to decide where to put them…