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Cupcakes. I hate them more than anything ever created. I hate them more than pollution, traffic jams, Rosie O’ Donnell, even more than the New York Yankees.  They are my arch nemesis. Now you may be wondering, “Why Mae? How can you not love cupcakes? They’re gooey, cute and sweet confectionary goodness.” Well, that’s why I hate them.

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DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm sure you can figure out which posts are mine. :)

Since I never seem to follow through if I call it a resolution, I'm calling them non-resolutions hopefuls.

My New Year's Non-Resolution hopefuls: 
- Have a better year than 2008.  (2008 wasn't bad either.)
- Get and maintain a non-hospitality industry job.
- Lose 40lbs. Even though I just ate 2 chocolate covered peanut butter balls and washed them down with a glass of pepsi.
- Maintain at least a 3.0 in school.
- Complete my 2 year program in one. This is possible if I take Summer classes.
- Quit Smoking! (I'm about to light one. Hey, I didn't say quit smoking now.
- Go on a real vacation. This does not include Cait's wedding in Nawlins in June, since I have a legitimate reason and responsibility to be there.
- Be a better girlfriend.
- Save and put money into a CD or IRA.
- File bankruptcy.


I think that's it. The only time line I'm giving myself is by 2010.

Here's a survey:
Have you ever been to a circus with lions and all that?
Once. No more, I am deathly afraid of clowns.

Do you really believe that how you spend new years eve sets the tone for the rest of the year?
If I look back at past NYE, I have done pretty much whatever I was doing on NYE, so I'm okay with spending the next year with Tom.

What decade were you born in?
The 80's.   (1980)

Are things in your life running smoothly?
Asides from being unemployed, they are actually.

Do you think "that's what she said" jokes are funny?
No.

When you're older, do you see yourself getting married and staying home to raise your kids?
Married, yes. Stay at home mom depends on the husband's income. I don't see myself as being a stay at home mom though.

Do you think finishing college is important?
I do now.

What is your mother's maiden name?
Scroggins.

What is the heaviest thing you've carried today?
Myself.

Can people tell what nationality you are just by your last name?
Yes.

Would you rather sleep at a friend's house or just have them over?
You can sleep here. I'm a little old for sleepovers.

Do you write reminders on your hands frequently?
I'm an adult. I have a Blackberry that has a cute little Memos application.

If someone offered you one million dollars to vote for the candidate you're not in favor of, would you do it?
Yes, my vote can be bought for a million dollars.

If you had superpowers, would you use them for good or for evil?
Both.

Do you have a scrapbook filled with high school memories?
No.

Say your last ex runs up to you and hugs you, what do you do?
Say "What the fuck?" And back off.

If you were to die today would your life be complete?
Death is pretty final, so in a way, yes.  But as far as "what I want to do," no, it would be unfinished. <- What Djinn said.

Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?
No one on Earth has my middle name.

Do you miss the way things used to be?
Some things.

Is this year the best year of your life?
Its 5 days old.

Do you make a lot of silly faces in the mirror?
I always make faces to find my most flattering one. 

Sooooooooooooooo, I returned the POS that Wireless Toyz ripped me off with. (Screw you, assholes!) aaannnndddd got my Crackberry curve yesterday! I am officially in love! I already told Tom that he's now 2 on my list and his pillow now belongs to my crackberry. I need everyone's number again.



Also, we're leaving for Chicago today, be back Sunday night.

I'm off to Chicago next weekend for the first time in.... 5 years? Something like that. Anyways, for most of you who know me, know I hate Chicago. I've never been there when it has not been winter and I hate cold weather. Passionately! But, Tom's best friend Annette and her husband Bob have their annual Christmas super soiree, so I am begrudgingly going. (Don't tell him that) I'm sure it will be fun, but the idea of being throw into the Lion's Den at a Christmas party where I will only know Tom, isn't my idea of a super time. With that said, if none of you hear from me after next Sunday, I a) froze to death 2) am walking back home d) froze to death walking back home 3) Tom dumped my body off somewhere.


Can't wait!



P.S.
Sorry Jason, I completely forgot we were supposed to go to the lakehouse yesterday.

This is horrible and disgusting all at the same time. This is why I hate people and I hate the holidays now. Its not about giving thanks, baby jesus, family or being kind to one another. Its about materialistic crap. It makes me sick to my stomach. You know what's even worse about this tragedy, is the fact that Wal-mart will most likely send a card with condolences and a fruit basket, "Sorry for your loss, this truly is a tragedy to not only your family, but everyone here at Wal-mart Store 2846"

I will be interested to see how this transpires.

Taken from Jezebel (find the story here)
An overnight stock clerk trying to hold back the 5 a.m. masses at a Long Island Wal-Mart was knocked down and trampled to death this morning, reports the NY Daily News. Says a coworker, "He was bum-rushed by 200 people...They took the doors off the hinges. He was trampled and killed in front of me. They took me down too...I literally had to fight people off my back." In the same stampede, a young woman miscarried her baby. As one shopper puts it, "They're savages."

What is it that's so horrifying about this story — besides the stark senseless shock of an innocent person's death? Is it the thought of someone who worked through Thanksgiving night being callously destroyed by a mob in search of cheap electronics? Is it the horror of the mob mentality? Is it the fact that people are so in need of bargains that they descend to this kind of frenzy? It's all of it, of course — and it's the complete fabrication that is Black Friday in the first place, a bizarre manipulation that the New York Times terms "a quintessentially American ritual of self-sacrifice at the altar of consumerism." But when that sacrifice becomes human, things have gone much, much too far.

The weird part is, apparently this was a subdued Black Friday: smaller crowds with smaller budgets, and smaller bargains than shoppers had expected. Black Friday's a day when a lot of stores make a profit: the frenzy of promotions and door-busting sales are no mere nod to consumerist tradition. Although it doesn't take a Lifetime "true spirit od Christmas" television movie to see that there might be something misplaced about making a family tradition of dawn-breaking bargain shopping — or the need for a treeful of expensive gifts — however offensive it might be to some sensibilities, it is not wrong. The people seeking bargains were not cold-blooded killers; question consumerism all you want, but anyone storming an already affordable Wal-Mart for bargain-basement prices is probably not flying private jets in his spare time. Doubtless anyone involved in this carnage, when they realized what had happened and the bargain-induced bloodlust had died down, was appalled and sickened. It is so easy to reduce tragedy to metaphor, but it feels horribly fitting here. It is a person's death, tragedy enough. And yet, why is there something of "The Lottery" about this horrible story, something that feels deeper and more disturbing than the sum of its parts?

Enough with the mass HAPPY THANKSGIVING forwards to my cell! They are annoying! 

I am fairly certain squeeky toys were created to do one of two things: Kill you or drive you crazy.


= Devil's creation!!!

How things change in a matter of a couple months. I didn't imagine I would be where I am. And I would have the people in my life that I do. But, honestly, I'm happy it turned out this way.



(I was going through (not too) old blogs, that's why I wrote this.)