November 16, 2009
I wake up and am completely exhausted! I didn't get a lot of sleep the last few days. Work is crazy today! I did tell you yesterday how awesome I am and today completely solidified this fact. My boss needs to find fashion credits like right now. So, guess what? I searched everywhere and found them. The pages for December can now be printed! Then she tells me how awesome I am. Yeah, yeah I know. I tell myself that every morning when I wake up and look in the mirror. Ooohhh (big stretch). Good morning to me! It's going to be a good day today. Why? Because you're awesome! (as I point to myself in the mirror). =)
Today is the first day I wear heels the whole way to work! It normally takes me about 20 minutes or so to walk there. Today...it takes me nearly 40 minutes! My pace is a bit slower. I don't have the ability to walk over cracks and major hiccups in the world with ease, just yet. I have a couple heel/ankle rolls! Ha! But overall...great success! And my feet don't even hurt!
I have always been one to have the biggest sweet tooth of all time. Whatever has sugar, I'll eat it! A hot dog, a donut, a piece of cheese. Gross! Okay, I don't go that far, but me and sugar are best friends. I can't get enough. And since living out here, it's gotten really bad! I'm starting to wonder if I'm turning diabetic. I cannot go a whole day without having two or three times a day when I need sugar. If you have any advice, please let me know. I feel like a smoker, trying to quit cold turkey! And the thing is...my body doesn't need sugar! I'm already hyper and nuts as it is! Why in the heck would I want to heighten it more? =)
Note to self: Anything you put online, you need to realize that it's now there for the whole world to see...at least some people. Awhile ago I met this ridiculously good looking man here in NYC. He is a British soccer player. Yeah, I'm getting all hot and sweaty just thinking about it too. =) So, I tell my friend, Shelby, about him. I send her a couple of pictures (I know it's weird, but whatever), and the topic of being of the homosexual nature gets brought up. A comment about him potentially liking men was brought up from looking at his pictures. Well, I go on a date with him and he's anything but that. However, when Shelby writes on my wall, "Good thing he's not gay. Hopefully Saturday goes well," I think Britain's babe may or may not have seen it. Why you ask? I haven't heard from him. And I feel terrible! I would be so mad if I looked on his Facebook page and saw, "Hey mate, good thing that girl wasn't a lesbo like you thought."