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Bursting Into Song Like This

Feeeeeeeelings! Whoa-ee-ohhh

A Halloween Poem

They gave me a chance
For the Halloween Dance
I promise it won't be the same.
I love to be charming
And oh-so-disarming
But man is my costume so lame.

Actually, not really--it's freakin' sweet.

Monthes Sixe.

Sam and I are celebrating our 6 mo. anniversary today. Wicked sweet!

Okay, so part of the reason why we don't blog anymore is because we don't have the internet at home. Lame excuse, I know.

Sam got this new laptop for his birthday and I'm checking it out by doing mindless online activities. Sam's birthday is next month. Don't worry. You didn't miss it. Laptops are just too good to wait for.

I ate brownies today.

So I have this job now where I write a lot and read a lot, and then I've been doing this very unusual activity that consumes some of my time in the evening. It's very strange. It's called exorsize. Have you heard of this before? It's this crazy activity that makes me drip with perspiration and feel good about the shape of my legs and stomach. I think... I think I just might keep doing it.

It's been about three weeks in our new apartment. We live, seriously, like a block and a half from where we lived last year. Isn't that a hoot? The place is still a mess, but slowly but surely, it's coming together.

Please keep your calendar clear on the evening of Nov. 18. We're planning a housewarming birthday party for Sam, and it's going to be a smash hit.

I don't even remember how to write anymore. I haven't written in my journal for a long time, maybe since we moved back to Utah, which is very uncharacteristic of me. Instead I've been doing this ridiculous exorciszing thing.

My sister got a job offer to be the associate photographer for Food Network! Is that not SO COOL? Not joking! My dad's also trying out a new position in COS.

Well. I don't have that much to say because if I actually delved into my emotions or my current state of being, I feel that it would be something like peeling garlic one thin sheet at a time--a very large, large clove of garlic that would make any pasta very flavorful. But at the moment, it seems like too much effort. It would be too potent for this evening.

Thus, I shall continue to lie here and feel the warmth of Sam's laptop on my lap.

So toasty.

AAAAuughhhh

This is how I feel because I haven't been writing and I loooove writing, so why don't I do it? Because!
Because what!
Because.... wahhh... Luuucy. I love Lucy?
Because yay we've been doing so many fun things! : colon slash slash. I work for a web development company. I edit bad writing all day long and I loooove it too. Hollywood Psychics! Mayson Go Green Tents! Tahitian Treats body butters and souffles! Oh the endless possibilities, the wondrousness of small companies for which and for whom and for what I review and write for that. It's really not so bad that it's pretty good! Really good!

We have done the following in the RECENT:

-made three gallons of chili this morning; simmering on the stove
-lived in an unfinished basement until Monday--ahhhh
-1/2 of us joined Gold's Gym (me) and I love it! I love it! I love it! Dance aerobics to the sky!! Belly fat be gone!
-ate Burger King and Papa Johns and Chevron pistachios yesterday despite Gold's Gym effort
-have read NADA
-job hunting: you wascally wabbit, where awe you?
-tent camp trip to Yellowstone/oh sweet sweet fall
-bought Sam a "Broken Hustla" t-shirt from Gen-X
-bought new black shoes for me
-signed up with Orchestra at Temple Square again
-signed up to play the Nutcracker this year
-I like mixing up the items in this list; I am not at work & I dunot CArE aboot ^gramer)

That's the scoop. That's pretty much what is up the wazoo in our world.

And guess what. I'm going to admit it. I am retracting my first blog post ever and admitting that I HATED CALIFORNIA. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word. I don't even like swimming. I don't want to go back there. I like the mountains, I like the open space, the plains! Oh, the plains. Sage. Mmm. I like having a yard that doesn't cost a MILLION TRILLION dollars and pounds and arms and legs. Well. Housing prices may be falling, but I still don't like it: California.

No offense. Good place to visit. Don't want to live there. Talk to me about it. Talk to me, George. Talk to me.

Hopefullness? Seattle? Utah? The moon?