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Being 29 beats being 23, it turns out. Sometimes I worry that I'm too happy, too self-assured, and that it means I'm turning into a yuppie. I ran my concern by a few of my friends and they assured me it's not happening. It's strange to find all that teen angst and insecurity .. all that early-20s experimenting and self-improvement .. well, it seems to have worked. I figured some things out, and I like myself. I wonder sometimes, if I went on a date now with some of those guys who rejected me back then (fair enough) .. would I get asked on a second date? And would it be because of my character improvement, or significant weight loss? Everytime I got rejected, I considered whether it was warranted and worked to improve my character, if so. So... the moral of the story? Keep rejecting the losers! Heh.

I think I am happiest while cutting up watermelon. I buy a whole watermelon, set it on the counter, and cut the entire thing up into bite-size chunks while helping myself to a generous portion. If I don't have music on while doing it, I sing a ridiculous "watermelon I love you" song and laugh at myself.

I like to take on a particular food - say, caramel rolls - and examine several recipes to glean the best from all of them. Then I go grocery shopping, and spend an evening creating something elaborate and delicious. Very rarely is anyone around to take a taste with me, and I think that's a shame.

I go to a lot of concerts. My entertainment budget is quite indulgent! I love an excuse to wear pretty shoes. My favorite pair were complimented in the ladies room at Carnegie Hall. Of course, I know better than to wear pretty shoes to First Ave ..

I went to a special exhibit about Toulouse-Lautrec's life and art at the Chicago Art Museum last summer. He used the word "furia" for obsessions he'd have with artists or women. I like to use that word now too. I've had furias with Almodovar, Judy Garland, Richard Strauss, mixtaping, Orson Scott Card, Rufus Wainwright, Scrubs, Giuseppe Verdi, Harpers, homemade pizza sauce, The New Pornographers, Jeffrey Archer, Six Feet Under, Imogen Heap, Battlestar Galactica, Tapes 'n Tapes, Penzey's, Veronica Mars, Virginia Woolf, vanilla beans, George R.R. Martin, The Sopranos, basil, Jean Sibelius .. well, you get the idea.

Digital piracy.

Once I was going out all spiffed up late at night. My neighbor was just coming home from work, his head down and dejected. He spotted my shoes and brightened up. His eyes traveled up and got larger, from my shoes to my legs to my skirt to my cleavage ... and finally to my grinning face, where it dawned on him that I'd seen his whole reaction.

Ok.. I'll play along.. 1. e-mail 2. watermelon 3. flowers 4. mixtapes 5. google/access to all kinds of information 6. singing

What my ideal match's ipod would contain. I want to have a machine that lets me tap into earbuds. I've even got a name for it - "aureur" - like voyeur, but for auditory eavesdropping. I imagine, if I had this capability, I'd spend all my time making funny faces at guys.

*squint* hmmm.. cute, but .. Nickelback?

*eyes get huge* Rufus Wainwright's "The Consort" .. now that's a deep cut!

*blinking in surprise* Ingemisco from the Verdi requiem? wow. I wonder what'll come on next...

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