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• What Does a Girl Do?

This weekend has been kind of a blur so far, and I’m ready for Monday morning to roll around. Normally I dread Sunday evenings because it means working and being tired for five days, but not this time. I’ve been keeping myself busy with cleaning and shopping and organizing and my usual weekend routine of get up, read the paper, eat something, drink some Diet Coke, watch basketball, clean something, fuss over the cats, read something, eat something else, drink more Diet Coke, cook something and freeze it, and on and on and on. Today I went to Target and got some new gym clothes and pajama pants and super-cute underwear and boring stuff like laundry detergent and Mr. Clean Magic Erasers, which are quite possibly the best cleaning invention on earth behind the Swiffer. I also tried on all the Isaac Mizrahi shoes and hated them all on my stupid wide feet, but I was able to soothe myself with three new pairs of flip-flops – blue, green, and yellow – that I picked up for $2 each. I really want red or pink, but they had nothing in my size, so I will have to go back. Because, you know, a girl who works in a really stuffy office with an uptight dress code really needs five pairs of colorful flip-flops. Then I went to Kohl’s and bought some spring-y sweaters to wear to work, because I have nothing spring-y in my wardrobe of black and grey, and when I’m not feeling 100% content with my life, I spend money.

I need to pack up some CD’s and VHS tapes to mail out tomorrow and I must say that selling crap you don’t need or want on Amazon is incredibly easy and also sort of weird. I have CD’s that I am embarrassed to admit that I own that people are actually buying with fervor and without any sense of irony whatsoever. So, people that peruse used listings on Amazon.com, you can have my embarrassing music collection and also the music I’m not ashamed of owning, and all of my VHS movies because I don’t have a VCR. The bitchy lady at the post office is against me because of this. “Oh. You again. Media mail? For all of those? Really? Do you know how long that will take to process?” followed by a Very Dramatic Eye Roll.

I also got into a huge fight with T on Friday night that resulted in him stomping out of my apartment and slamming the door with such a force that it literally shook a picture off of the wall and sent it to its crashing death on the tile floor below. I have never had another person be so angry at me, and I haven’t been that angry with someone else in a very long time. And I cried so hard that I gave myself a monster migraine, so I was completely and totally miserable. So, we both did the natural thing and called our (separate) friends to bitch about each other and he told them I’m Crazy and I told them that he’s an Asshole, and then we both went out and got rip-roaring wasted with (separate) friends, blaming the other for our irresponsible drinking and vicious Saturday morning hangovers.

After spending the night throwing up and cursing the makers of Sam Adams, I extended an olive branch and offered to meet T for a very late lunch on Saturday. I picked him up in the middle of the afternoon, and we went to this quaint little town in the metro area and went to one of my favorite microbreweries. We talked about our issues and I did my very best to keep my shit together and not cry at all because we were in public, and I feel like we are doing much better when it comes to being around each other. I really don’t think I’ll be completely over this until I’ve moved on and started seeing someone else, which sucks, but it’s true. As long as T and I are both single, we will keep making questionable decisions and there will still be some of my stuff at his place and some of his stuff here and he’ll help me change the light bulbs that I can’t reach and I’ll help him sew buttons onto his shirts, and we’ll both do things for each other because we’re best friends.

And, now we have an Arrangement all worked out. You see, the Arrangement really is best when he’s someone that doesn’t work out as a boyfriend, but the sex is so good that you put him on retainer for regular maintenance. So right now, the Arrangement is in place for Thursday nights and weekends and occasionally in-between if the need arises. I am perfectly content with that, because I’m not at all interested in Finding Love right now and I would just prefer to take a break from dating and getting dressed up and pretending to be interested in what Boring McStuffy does for a living. I’ve had unsuccessful Arrangements in the past, as well as moderately successful Arrangements, and I hope that this one ends up on the good side of the spectrum.

I’ve also started putting together a game plan for my big move this year. I’m being really evasive about this in case someone from work finds my journal, but in essence, I’m planning to leave KC this fall and move somewhere else. I haven’t decided where to yet, and I’ve done the cold move before and ended up okay on the other side, so I’m just not stressed about location. It would be nice to live near college friends or a group of MATHletes who might want to be my friend, but I’m trying to research jobs and cities based on selfish reasons and hoping that it will all just work out like it’s supposed to in the end. I’ll go where I can find a rewarding job with a good salary and hope that it happens to be a little closer to my family than I am right now, and at the very least, I will live near a good airport. I need to get my resume updated and start networking like crazy with my friends and other contacts, but I just haven’t had the energy to do that lately.

In other news, I treated myself to a spa pedicure on Saturday afternoon because between the identity theft, bank issues, boy issues, and stuff going on at work and with my friends, I have not done anything for myself or taken any time to relax in about three months. So, I went to visit the lovely Kelly at Excellent Nails and she gave me two coats of OPI’s INRAW and took her sweet time so that I could sit in the good chair with the really good back massager for almost two whole hours. She just lets me sit there and soak my feet and just barely fall asleep before she’s tapping on my foot to start chiseling away the grossness. I will never be able to get a regular pedicure because of Kelly, but at Excellent Nails, the regular is $21 and the spa is $25, and it is totally worth $4 to sit in the good chair for two hours.

And now I must get back to my real life and clean up after the cat that just barfed and send a birthday card and write to my grandmother and then maybe request some library books online. And also, I must stop watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, because this story about the parents expecting triplets is just making me tear up, and I hate myself for crying over anything involving Ty Pennington. It’s just wrong to let his antics affect me in an emotional way.