Thanx

I'm thankful for:

Dominic, Mom, Alyse, Josh, Bobby, my friends from here and there and everywhere in between, food, my job, shelter, clothes, my new, fire red hunter wellington boots, books, the gym, that it didn't rain today, or yesterday, the feast we ate a few hours ago with cristina and her boyfriend who's never had a thanksgiving before, health, happiness, nuva ring, diva cup, knitting, ravelry, traveling to Belize, taking solo vacations where everything is tax-free, plants, the snoring isn't as bad as it used to be, hiking, good movies, great books, that the house smells of yummy turkey as its bones are now stewing in a stock, world music, any music, music i can dance to, graphic novels, hot chocolate, apples, peanut butter, ladybugs, kittens that i don't have to take care of, baby cupcakes, taco trucks, goodreads, the library queue, this year, last year, vitamins, my CSA bin, high interest checking accounts, paying off my last 2 loans, contact lenses, lotion that doesn't have a scent to it, aveda curling solution, the cockring, wine, free, cherry pie from the Twin Peaks diner, water, smoothies, 101cookbooks, smittenkitchen, knit nights, farmer's markets, my clawfoot tub and gas stove, massages, steam rooms, tofu, a juicy burger, laying on the beach during the holidays with my Mom, the Everglades, robert is here samples, sports bras, nice people, public transportation, laughing, crying, farting, pooping regularly, tea, honey, power tools, dinner club, the internet, my macbook, trains, rainbows, clouds, white noise machine, concerts, warm towels on an airplane or at a sushi restaurant, butt wipes, bubble baths, IRAs, backgammon, gin, scrabble, Project Runway, bill murray, REI hiking shoes, the flowy Anthropologie shirt I'm wearing right now to disguise how pleasantly full I am for all the homemade food we made and ate, farming, depeche mode, a time traveller's wife, boutique book stores that i never buy anything from but like looking around nonetheless, roller coasters, county fairs, alpacas, kissing, love and everything else.

Question pre-Thanksgiving?

Why do I eat so loud? Is this just me? I feel like when I eat my 1st of many apples in a day I'm chomping and slurping and water comes flying out here and there. It's totally embarrassing. I sit at my desk devouring that damn fruit and everyone else in the entire world knows it. This sound seems to get louder when I'm wearing my headphones. Like listening to Electrelane suddenly makes that apple that much louder. What is wrong with me?

Question for Friday?

Is it normal that I almost cried when I read that Dooce will finally be having another baby? This is a woman I don't know, will never meet and if the restraining order still stands, we'll most likely never be friends. But when you follow a stranger's life on the internet they somehow become someone you can relate to, otherwise you wouldn't read about their life.

Question of the Day?

Why do I always have to remind myself that Non-Fiction means it's based on fact and Fiction means it's based on fake? It's like those people who have to make an L with their left hand so they know which is left and which is right. This shouldn't be that hard, but whenever someone asks me if the book I'm reading is Fiction or not, I have to say in my head, "Okay Non-fiction is the opposite, so that means it's fact."

And I graduated from college, folks.

Today was D Day.

It finally happened. This morning as I took out my gym clothes, I reached around for some socks. When I went into the bathroom, where I can actually see and not bother the boy who snores I realized I took Dominic's socks by mistake.

I had two options. One, was obviously take them back, dig through the darkened room and find my own girly gym ankle socks so I could run knowing I don't have a penis and I can very easily aim my pee in the toilet. But instead I went with the second option which was like eh, they're just boy socks and no one will notice.

So off I went, wearing my boyfriend's boyish looking socks. They looked old, went up to my calf and had some Reebox logo on the side. Maybe this isn't a big deal for the average person, but to me, this pretty much means we're married. I might as well stop shaving now.

$$Money$$

I've officially gone overboard and spent a lot of money this month. Let's recap.

-$380 on a flight to Belize for January.
-$170 on 2 pairs of jeans.
-$140 on Dominic's birthday.
-$92 on Hunter Wellie rain boots.
-$18 on a tank top at American Apparel that I had to get once I realized I forgot to bring one in my clothes bag for work.
-$4 on a hot chocolate yesterday.
-$10 on lunch last week during a Florida/Georgia game with a fellow UF fan.

And November just started folks! I still have:

-A solo vacay next week to Portland (estimated total cost $200)
-Present for Mom. (not telling)
-Next week's Dinner Club ($30)
-Drinks with Aubrey to celebrate her new job! ($20)

I actually decided not to go to a spa (GASP!) with a bunch of girlfriends, because I knew it would be a $200 kinda day and well, I think I've done enough damage this month.

The new roomie.

So we are currently living together, the boyfriend and myself. Together. In one apartment. All the time. Every day. Yep, that's us. Together.

All sarcasm aside, I think it's getting better everyday. The first week was definitely rocky mainly because I desperately needed order. I can't stand seeing shit in boxes for weeks and so I put a gun to Dominic's head on Saturday as we went through everything, and throwing out most of it.

Why do guys keep the most useless things, like hundreds of business cards of people he doesn't even remember meeting, or one of those foam fingers from a baseball game that he never actually brings to a baseball game? If only there was a secret room I never have to see, we'd put those things in there for him to scatter around the floor so he can roll around in it while eating ice cream sandwiches and watching porn.