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so step has been checking my blog every 5 minutes, because he wants to know “what really happened” last weekend.

well, the UB and i are “involved.” so i need a new name for the UB. anyway, we went to mohegan friday night, went to dinner and watched a movie saturday night, and that’s it. sorry blog friends, you won’t be reading any salacious details here. all i will say, is he likes to hold my hand. oh, and don’t worry, i’m in this with my eyes open. however, if he breaks my heart again, you all can go break his legs. i have no problems with that.

this week has been horrid at work. completely catastrophic. the blitz turned into a bitchfest. there are way too many projects that need to be worked on, and no one will compromise. i had a vacation in june, and am ready for another one. denver can’t come fast enough for me!

someone’s been surfing my blog via anonymous proxy.

that’s weird. who ever you are — you are weird!

in response to some events between the UB and i, my good friend/life coach/financial advisor KG replied with this gem:

For the record, that’s not having his cake and eating it too.

That’s taking the cake off the shelf, licking off all the icing, then putting it back and insisting it’s still perfectly fine, and no one should object to him licking off all the icing.

she’s totally right.

so, as my faithful readers (all 6 of you) can probably figure out, the UB and i locked lips again. those of you that know him, get that “ew” look of your face.

on the upshot of KG’s assessment of the situation, at least i am akin to the icing in the story.

so, see that nice little laptop with the red heart sticker on it in that post down there?

well, it died.

bessy is no more. prolific hard drive/motherboard failure.
i think the guys in IT are stroking me by telling me that they are still trying to recover my data.

soooo.. i’ve got bessy-deux now. she is not as fast or as smart as her predecessor.

i will not email or im the UB.

i will not email or im the UB.

i will NOT email or im the UB.

okay. phew. got that out of my system. it’s not like i am not going to see the idiot tomorrow or anything — we’re going to the casino. i’ve created a monster in him when it comes to gambling. he was totally not into it when we first talked about it. then i taught him how to play craps. oy vey. you can’t tear him away from the tables.

i had a very strange dream last night about someone i was totally head over heels for when i was in college. unfortunately at the time i was in a relationship — and i didn’t do anything about it. we will never know what could have become of K and i. so the dream — i was on a vacation in italy with what seemed like everyone i know. i was being lead around to all these restaurants and given yummy foods. then we get back to this crazy expansive hotel, and K is in my room, and K said “you should make out with me.” and then the dream got really weird, time jumped and i was yelling at someone who was using my mom’s room for a giant fashion show.

as i was heating up my lean cuisine earlier, upstairs, because our microwave is broken downstairs. a co-worker i haven’t met yet came into the kitchen. i looked at her, and thought:

“i hate those shoes.”

“i hate that outfilt.”

“i hate everything.”

ugh.