... this usually airs on Tuesday, but after my complaint that work was boring, my boss piled up a month's load of projects on my desk.

Creating
A MySpace account. A few months ago, I deactivated my account due to the fact that I NEVER speak to 90% of the people with whom I'm so-called "friends." I wanted to simplify my life, unclutter it, and limit my interaction to my real and true friends. And those real and true friends consist of the ones I actually see in the real physical world, not through the comment history e-world on my MySpace page. So I said goodbye to my account, and now I'm starting to regret it for various reasons:

1. When D posted up the pictures I took of him, a mass army of beautiful girls commented on these photos. And since I did not have a MySpace account, I could not gloat and make it known that I was the chick behind the camera, that I was the creator of the sexy D photos that they were all hot for. Bummer.
2. I can't spy on my brother's behavior, more importantly, my brother's behavior with his girlfriend. Like the good, semi-conservative big sister that I am, I want to make sure that things are kept G-rated.
3. I want to express my annoyance and enlighten the pre-adolescent girls who blatantly objectify themselves, by forwarding them a Spivak essay on Third World Feminism. I'm such a lit snob.
4. I don't have a place to showcase my self-portrait addiction. The world is missing out!
5. I'm getting a little bored of FaceBook.
6. I'm in the mood to validate my coolness factor with the number of friends and comments I have. (I'm actually not serious. I think. lol)

I'm fickle, so I'll most likely deactivate this new account in a week. Although, I will miss poking extreme fun at the pre-adolescent girls who think they are hot stuff.

Watercolor paintings. I promise to post scans this weekend. Working on a pomegranate still life. I love rotting fruit.

Eating
Fruit. Not rotten. Some grapes, banana slices, and cubes of watermelon and pineapples.

Drinking
Columbian coffee, to wake up since I've been getting only five hours of beauty sleep lately.

Anticipating
the weekend festivities, as follows:

Friday
Late dinner/snack with Jorie and Caresse, my lovely cousins.

Saturday
Shopping with Fathima's friend Shiraz. Coach! Saks! then Rockefeller to see the tree!
Meeting up with Padmini.
Maybe meeting up with this dude for lunch... but it's not definite, and the explanation of this dude character requires a longer post.

Sunday
Family photo shoot for our Christmas card.
Mass - First Sunday of Advent!
Mahjongg / Grey's Anatomy Season One marathon.

Longing
For a sappy girl's night filled with chick flicks, nail polish, beauty procedures, and the like. It's been a while since I've shared moments like this with my friends, moments where we just kick back, relax, dish, and get pampered. I think we're in a restaurant rut, because it seems like all we ever do is go out to eat.

Thinking
About H. We've really drifted over the past few weeks, and I was surprised when he called last night and asked to see me. We didn't see each other. (Yes, you are welcome to applaud my strength.) I think it's better off this way right now. I don't want to be in this purgatory-ish state with him. I want to either be with him, or not be with him. I'm done with the waiting. I want to move on.

Regretting
My new Victoria's Secret Angels credit card and my Barnes and Noble Membership credit card. Sexy underthings and books will be the death of me, death through debt and bankruptcy, that is.

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