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Monday, February 21, 2011

Damn...I'm lazy

It's been over 2 months since I've posted anything and so much has happened in the interim that I feel somewhat ashamed of myself. So...let's hit it!

1. I went to Vegas for Christmas
Yep, after my maudlin "Christmas is Canceled" post, I had a few cocktails and booked a flight to LV on a whim at 4am. It was pretty dumb (that ticket cost almost $600), but I am so glad I did it. I had an awesome time...all by myself. Booze (adult slurpees with optional Stoli shots? yes please, thank you), gambling (I broke even!), partying...and a nice little surprise: I stayed at Bally's, they comped one of my nights, upgraded my room so I got a really good view of the Bellagio fountains AND there was some Persian music convention in my hotel so it was basically wall-to-wall Persian men all weekend...I thought my plane must have crashed somewhere over Utah and I was dead and obviously in heaven with all the eye candy around me. Heh...needless to say, I was sad to leave Sin City on Sunday. It was cool to spend Christmas day doing something completely different than the usual (although, I did catch A Christmas Story on the tv while I was getting dressed--seriously, it's just not Christmas without watching that movie at least once). I'm now planning a return trip with my best friends for our birthdays next month. 

 Seriously...those "adult" slurpees were the bees' knees

2. I broke up with (and got back together with...then broke up again...then got back together again) my "it's complicated"
Sigh...why can't I quit him? Why can't he quit me? What is it about us that we can't seem to treat each other right, but at the same time, we can't seem to do well apart? Lord help the both of us. Every time we get in an argument, "it's the end" and "we're done"...and then we get back together. I'm giving this one final shot, if it works out, great--but if not, this really will be the last time...until we get back together again. We're getting a dog...we joked about how he's now my de-facto baby-daddy. I want a bull mastiff (I like big dogs), he wants a terrier (he likes small dogs)...we're in trouble. I'd compromise, but I've never seen a terrier-mastiff in my life (and I'm not sure I'd like to see such an abomination lol).

3. I'm moving
I hate packing. That is all.

I have more to say...but I've kinda run out of steam for the moment.

*drops mic*

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