tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91179132011-04-21T13:18:00.706-05:00Because Chicago can sometimes be pretty much the best place ever. Because guys can drive me to the brink of insanity. Because some people probably think I'm certifiable. Because I got a new job. But mostly because I never like telling my stories more than once.City Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14316662914014563227noreply@blogger.comBlogger1201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9117913.post-1117212957690594352005-05-27T11:25:00.000-05:002005-05-27T11:55:57.706-05:00

DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 196Last night was interesting. I am kind of speechless, actually. After not seeing Joe for four years, we picked up like it had only been a week since we'd last spent any time together.Of course, I was nervous as all get out before he got to my place. After a few margaritas, I was back to normal, but I was seriously shaky before. Literally. My legs were all

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 195Originally, I had planned on having dinner with Adam tonight. It was to be the first time we saw each other since the infamous break up. I was nervous, but not too much. You have to understand, I am over this guy, but I still wanted him to see me and think, "Dang. Idiot!" to himself for calling all bets off. It wouldn't hurt if he followed up that

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 193Yesterday, Heather & I went to watch the Cubs play the Astros at Wrigley Field, after stopping by Casey Moran's for a couple Miller Lites and dinner. It was BEYOND cold outside. If I was drinking beer, I'm pretty sure that ice chips would begin forming in the cup. I was cursing myself for wearing flip-flops. Somewhere around the 5th inning I felt

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 192Due to popular demand, I'm back. And this time, I'm going to try to get back in the mode of writing on a more regular basis. The main issue I'm facing is not knowing where to begin. In the past two months, I've actually experienced quite a few things. Some dramatic, some hilarious, some lame...I'll try to keep the lame-ness to a minimum, for your sake and

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 125Buenos tardes, mis amigos. I am back from the dead.I know I can't constantly toy with your emotions by writing and neglecting, writing and neglecting, so I apologize. I realize that I have been treating my blog as most of my old boyfriends have treated me, and for that I am deeply, TRULY SORRY.I can't say that this new found spark of interest to write was all

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 109I was one of the many tortured souls who endured several weeks of The Bachelorette to see the inevitable happen. I knew John Paul was going home. I knew she was going to pick Jerry. You could tell from the beginning she had the hots for him, or what I like to call the "Meredith Syndrome" (for those of you Bachelorette challenged, Meredith had the hots for

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 108And the Academy Award for Best Actor goes to Adam for his performance in Dating The City Girl."I'd like to thank all the girls I have managed to wrong over the course of my life for giving me the classical training in behaving like a total retard in relationships. I'd also like to thank my ex-wife for ruining me. Finally, and most importantly, I'd like to

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 105The bad news is I haven't heard a word from Adam. The good news is everyone I know tends to agree with me on this topic. For once I'm not the crazy person! Hooray!So far, I have heard several takes on the situation:"If he is such a computer genius, then he would know to back-up his files!""And what would be your motivation in deleting pictures of his

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I'm having issues with not emailing and calling Adam.Allison says call and be casual. Michelle says no way. My mom told me to get real.The only comfort I have found today is an email from Yatch 1, and the message on my Starbucks coffee cup:"Don't take it personal when people tell you 'no'. They may not be smart enough to tell you 'yes'."It's so bad that even the Starbucks worker told me I

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 104I've been out of touch and off in the Land of Adam. Now that I'm back, it should be obvious that something has happened that prompts me to write. If you guessed something bad, well then, you know me all too well. If you guessed something bad that was my fault, then you are WRONG.This time I didn't do anything at all.Last weekend, I spent pretty much most

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 98I'm still not feeling much better, so I'll spare you a long, drawn out commentary on my not-so-exciting Thursday.I left work at 1:00, slept. I woke up around 5:00. I watched TV. I went to sleep at 8:45. I woke up this morning, sans fever, but I still have a lovely cough and runny nose. My head is still pounding.I'm having hacking cough battles with the

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 97Oy vey. I'm not Jewish, but if I were, I would definitely be saying Oy Vey. I am spent. Literally. My eyes are burning, my back aches, my throat is raw, I'm freezing cold, I'm burning up hot.In case you couldn't guess what I'm trying to get at: I'm sick. And this time the cause of my illness has less to do with recent drinking and probably more to do with

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On my way to the bus stop this morning, I could see my breath.I noticed an older man jogging. Nothing out of the ordinary for Chicago, as people are constantly running everywhere, all the time. Hot, cold, rain, snow; exercise, exercise, exercise.Except he wasn't wearing a shirt.

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 96I have no idea what's wrong with me. I got home from work yesterday and got dressed to go for a run, but was so tired, I thought I would take a nap instead. So I crawled into bed, only to wake up at 9:30. Too late to go running, indefinitely. So, I trimmed my cuticles and watched some TV, but I was back in bed, fast asleep, no later than 1:00 a.m., which

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At the suggestion of an anonymous reader, I should talk less about my bumblings in order to appear more stable and less self-depricating. In exchange for doofy behavior, it was suggested I discuss the good things that are happening in my life.I am so excited that I am getting new bathroom tile in my apartment while I am in Mexico the first week of March. Woo hoo! New bathroom tile.You tell me,

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 95I apologize for the late post regarding the weekend, but I had to interrupt my normal broadcast with that open letter to "Anonymous", who, by the way, did take the time to create an anonymous email account and email me in response to my letter.Apparently, she does know me. Because she "once was me". And then guess what? She grew out of it and started

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 94I just received a ginormous bouquet of flowers from Adam, and not your typical rose bouquet variety. The best part is he reiterated last night while we were out that he wasn't big on Valentine's Day, so I had it in my head that I wasn't getting anything today.How adorable is that?Anyway, we had a big discussion last night about the whole Wednesday night

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 93Dear Anonymous,I have removed the comment option from my blog. This is partially in response to your actions. If you have an issue with me, you could send your comments to my email address. I find it completely unnecessary for a person to come on my blog and post a six paragraph comment for everyone to read that judges my behavior, for several reasons.If

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I got a funny email from Shawn yesterday. Thought I would share.Q: How many kids with ADHD does it take to screw in a lightbulb?A: Let's go ride bikes.Happy Friday.

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 91Okay, people. I have (once again) managed to make a complete fool of myself. The worst part: I don't even remember doing it.It's almost like I have this issue with being happy and I subconsciously want to create chaos and drama all around me. It sounds sick and twisted, and it kind of is, but the thing is, I thought I had gotten over self-destructing. I am

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I got Subway for lunch. I also spent $3 buying a homeless guy a sandwich. I just liked his sign: Just Plain Hungry. Hope he likes turkey. He said he loves it, but I think he might be lying. I don't even know why I'm here today. I have accomplished literally nothing. I can't even make up funny words or anything. I can't even eat right. I'm a shaky bag of nothingness. I am getting Subway

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I think I just dozed off at my desk. When I woke up, I realized that my lips are dry, chapped and cracking, just like a dead hooker's. Thought you would want to know.

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 90 You would think that the days of dates equaling getting wasted and making out were over when you graduated college. You would be incorrect, but you would think that. I went out with Adam last night. We did a small scale bar crawl and somehow I ended up completely hammered, staggering, slurring and unable to form complete sentences. Basically, I drank

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 89 First things first. I realize that I have not been the most reliable writer over the past few weeks. However, I have managed to start a new job, travel to Michigan for a long weekend, meet a new guy...in short, I have been busy. And truth be told, when I have important people in my life, they will always take priority over the computer screen. So, I would

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 82 You have to be kidding me. I just spent 40 minutes documenting my fricking weekend and it didn't post. It's gone forever. Geez BLOGSPOT! You are ruining everyone's lives and eating all their blog entries! Dang IT!

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 82 I'm back. From a decent little vacation, if I do say so myself. I didn't go anywhere exciting, just to Michigan, but I didn't answer my phone (if I didn't like who was calling), I didn't check my email and I basically distanced myself from life as we know it. I had better things to do, like drink Captain Morgan's and watch stand-up comedy. Here I am, at

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 76 I've been a bit of a disappearing act lately, I know, I know. I just haven't had much to complain about, which is good for me, but horrible for creative comments that prove entertaining to the masses. Today is my last day here at the Office of Horror. No more Evil Boss, no more Good Boss, no more boring job, no more answering the phone, no more daily clips,

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 73 Not that it really matters that I no longer get to enjoy the luxury of snow days because all the snow came over the weekend, but I still miss the idea of snow days. The weather is terrible, therefore you stay home. That is quite a concept. Chicago got hit with about one and a half feet of snow this weekend. My car is visible, but the tires are pretty

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Geez Louise. I don't post for one day, and you'd think the world stopped! I'm still alive and kicking, just in some weird state of euphoric bliss because I got a new job. Give the lady some room to breathe people! I had no idea that I was that consistent. And who am I kidding? I'm no lady!

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 70 Friday has arrived. At last. And not only is this Friday special because it's Friday, it is also the last Friday I have to spend in this office, working at this job and pulling this hair out of this head of mine. How I love Fridays. I can't say I've been up to much of anything at all. Wednesday I received two job offers, one that I accepted and one that

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Regarding Meet the Fockers: If you remember Meet the Parents, you will notice some of the jokes are a little played out. But it's worth seeing and was a good laugh, even if it was kind of long. Some people think it's better than the first one. I disagree. Anyway, back to the important things: me, Me, ME. This has definitely been my year, so far. Well, not in the love department. I

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 68 Last night, I'm on my way to see Meet the Fockers with Will. We're driving in Lincoln Park somewhere near the Loew's on Webster and we pass this massive mansion of a home. Will says, "There's my dream home." To which I reply, "I wonder who lives there..." Without missing a beat, Will remarks, "Probably John Cusack." I have trained my friends to live in

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 66 Allison & I went to see In Good Company yesterday. At first I wasn't too keen on the idea, as I felt absolutely terrible and hungover. But I'm glad I went because: A) It forced me to shower and scrub the booze smell off, and B) The movie was really very, very good. I love Topher Grace. I had no idea how attractive he was until I saw him in (embarassingly

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 65 Reason No. 1,359 I should not be allowed to have access to my cell phone while drinking: I call bartenders named Ryan at 4:01 a.m. So, money problems aside, I went out last night with Scott and some of his friends from high school that were in town from Dallas. I had good intentions for the evening: a couple beers, some good conversation, laughter, maybe

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 64 Lame as it is, I had the most killer dream last night. I think it was God's way of rewarding me for behaving myself this week. Also, it was a great end to a great week. Now if I can only land my dream job...I'll be happy as a clam. Scratch that, I'm happy as a clam with this dream. How did I behave myself? Last night, I got home from work around 6:15. I

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 63 Population: 1 Holy God, it is frickin' freezing outside. Let me put it this way, it's about 10 degrees, but it "feels" like it's 0 degrees. That's what we Midwesterners like to describe as bitter cold. So cold that it takes your breath away every time you walk out the door. So cold that, even though it's a Friday night, the city will be empty because

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Whatever I had said about Nextel: I take every word back. That little phone company is my new best friend. After being transferred to about four different people today, I was placed into the super special area where I talked to Jesus Nextel. I call him Jesus because today he was my savior. Not only did the man manage to get my text messaging working within seconds, he managed to track my text

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 62 I am good enough, I am smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like me. I knew 2005 would be a good year. Unfortunately, I thought that it would be a good year in love. It would have been, had Boston actually called me, versus text messaging me. It would have been, had I had the ability to return this text message. But, as we all know now, Nextel is

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Yet another reason why I am completely frustrated with Nextel. It's bad enough that they forced me to extend my contract for another two years to save money on a new phone so I didn't have to tote around a massive piece of hardware similar to the likes of Zack's phone on Saved by the Bell. It's even worse that once I moved to Chicago (one week after purchasing new phone) I realized that I can

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 61 I think I'm the only gal in Chicago to have never had a chance run in with the elusive creature that is John Cusack. If you know him, send him a "Hey-O!" from me because I'm about ready to give up on this dream. Anyway, today is the big day. The BIG interview is this afternoon. To give you an idea of how big this is, I am one of the six people interviewing

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I just got an email from Gap that shows the 'must-have' bag of the season. Wouldn't you know it: it's a total knock-off of the Coach bag I got for Christmas from my parents. The proof is in the pudding: Material things can bring happiness.

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 61 That kind of sounds like a Britney Spears song. Maybe she can do a duet with Tim McGraw like Nelly did. And then maybe hell will finally freeze over. Before I say anything else, I'd like to draw your attention to my list of blogs that I like to read. Some of these blogs found me, I found some of them, but either way I enjoy them, so if you get bored of

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I was a part of a focus group this evening as part of my quest to grow my bank account into something more than $10. I hate this part of the month. I am perpetually without money, and then I take to my friends floating me through partying and making sure I don't go un-nourished. As a sidenote, I have One Crazy Summer on in the background, a below par film to say the least, but it has Mr. Cusack

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I went bowling this weekend. Bonafide, blacklight, 1980's-Rock-N-Bowl bowling. And I have to admit: it was a flippin' sweet time! Will, Allison & I went to Diversey Rock & Bowl after dinner (which was at Orso's, Will's most favorite Italian restaurant due to their tortellini in proscuitto sauce). We were expecting a rather ghetto fabulous time, but it was a good change of pace from the normal

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 60 Scotch, scotch, scotch. I love scotch. Down into my belly. Sorry, I just watched Anchorman a couple days ago, and am laughing still. Also, it's where I pulled my title for this post from, which doubles as my new catch phrase. I plan on using it as a replacement for "Dang it!" or any other curse word expletive. For example: "There goes John Cusack. Look at

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 56 I really don't feel like writing anything at this particular point in time. However, I also know that part of my charm is that I constantly update this thing in hopes of pleasing people who may actually come across it and want to read something new. The other part of my charm is my pure laziness, so here's to that! As if you actually needed proof. THREE

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I had mentioned before that I had found my drink-solo-spot but I wasn't yet ready to go solo to said spot. Tonight was the night for me to do so. And I did. First, it was a day for me that rocked. It was typical City Girl, considering that it was also the day that the city of Chicago decided to shut down (for the most part, in comparison to how busy it usually is) due to snow storms and other

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 55 I love going to the movies. Nothing better than a really good romantic comedy or goofball flick or anything starring John Cusack to put me in a great mood. It takes a lot to make me really dislike a movie. I didn't even hate Glitter, if that tells you anything. If my boss was a movie, I would throw popcorn at it.

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Dang. It's snowing and wintery. Perfect weather for making snow angels and ice skating. I have got to get a boyfriend.

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I see a definite ongoing trend in the music world. I am not a music snob. I do not listen strictly to independent labels, or only to people who write their own music. I do like Justin Timberlake, Bob Dylan and Harry Connick, Jr. I like Britney Spears, Etta James and Alicia Keys. I do not care much for the hard, hard rap or rock, death metal or anything Marilyn Manson, but I can appreciate

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 54 Today my suspiscions about Evil Boss were confirmed. Not that I actually need confirmation on this, but now I know exactly how he feels. The worst part is he tries to cover it up with fake smiles and nicey-nice talk. What a jerk. No, I didn't find out that he is indeed the Prince of Darkness. Normally, I had been reporting to him and letting him know

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 53 This non-John-Cusack-seeing life of mine is getting a bit out of control. I mean, come on -- 53 days?!? It has definitely been longer than that, seeing as how I have lived in Chicago for nine months and have been looking for him for about eight months and 28 days, but now that I have started taking a tally...let's just say it's hitting home. And now, on

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 52 I'm back in Chicago. I had every intention of writing out my resolutions for 2005. Maybe laughing at something clever I came up with to say. Basically, relieving every bit of doubt and fear I feel every time I come back from Michigan to my empty studio apartment, my crap job and romantic-relationship-free lifestyle. I wanted to make sure I slept well

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 51 2005. Another year. I chose to ring it in with my old friends in Michigan, and I believe that was a smart decision, as I had a great time, even if I did run into a couple of people I could have lied without seeing (read: Max & his married girlfriend, Lori). I'm watching Napoleon Dynamite right now and borrowing Shawn's computer. It has been the longest

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 49 I see about 25-50 different guys who are my age on a daily basis. Chicago is a huge city with endless possiblities to find that 'special someone'. However, I can't seem to find a special someone if my life depended on it. I realize some of this has to do with the fact that I work in an office consisting of a whopping eight people, including myself, and

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 48 If you would like to add to the embarrassment of emailing you bosses with your cheeseball Mrs.John.Cusack email address, just have a former friend kick in some of his so-called "comedy". To make matters worse, my now-former friend, Steve, sent an e-mail back to me and everyone in my address book (the beauty of Reply-All, I suppose) in response to the one I

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Meltdown Central: Marshall Field's - Water Tower, Chicago, Illinois. It's official. I have come to grips with reality. My hair is, indeed, black. With red highlights, no less. The two colors I specified to stay far, far away from. I came to grips with this while shopping after work. I had some Christmas returns to do, and afterwards, I decided, since it was such a lovely evening, to go to

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I don't know where to begin on this one. In fact, I shouldn't even be concerned with what I'm about to write, but the truth is that I am highly irritated by this type of behavior and completely in shock. I called my old roommate from Michigan, Kari, to see if she was going to be around this weekend because I'm going to be there for New Year's Eve. She filled me in on her plans, etc., etc. and

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I now realize that I was in total and complete denial previously. I just caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and the total contrast between my ivory sweater and black hair in combination with total match of my black pants and black hair made me want to scream. I have no idea what I'm going to do, as my hairdresser is on vacation with his son through Thursday. I'm hoping when I have more

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Whenever Evil Boss walks past my desk and says, "How ya doin'." (notice that this is not an actual question as much as it is an acknowledgement of my existence), I always flip him off, stick out my tongue and make a mean face at him (once he's out of eyesight, of course). Is this a clear sign that I need to grow up? Or, rather, get another job?

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 47 I was overly productive yesterday. So productive, in fact, that I almost allowed myself to go to the bar and have a beer (on a school night - gasp), but then I remembered that, although I have located the perfect drinking-alone-bar, I'm not ready to go into that bar alone. Oh, yeah, and the small issue that it was 10:00 and I know how I can get once I start

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Could someone please explain to me why I all of a sudden have a deep, dark secret hope that I see Jesse on New Year's Eve? I mean, here I sit at work, planning out my New Year's Eve dress plan and determining what shoes, do I need a wrap, etc., and then out of nowhere it hits me: "Geez, I better look extra hot because I might see Jesse." This is random. Granted, I pined after this guy for

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Yesterday, before driving back to Chicago, I decided to get my car washed. It was covered in salt and I could barely see out the windows. Now, I realize that by the time I got back to Chicago I was facing the same situation, but there was something truly sorry about my poor, old car looking dirty. Although I felt sorry for the shape of my car, I didn't feel obligated to go to the fancy car

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 46 I have, once again, managed to make myself look like a total schmuck at work. It really shouldn't matter, as I'm about to vacate this place in the near future. However, I still value the opinion of at least some of the people around here and would appreciate their support later in life. I discovered it doesn't take just getting bombed at the office

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 45 Christmas is over and done with and I'm getting ready for my drive back to Chicago. Unfortunately, I'm not quite ready to go yet, as I feel like I have just arrived home. On the other hand, I'm more than ready to get back to my apartment, unpack my stuff and watch a couple movies or do some reading or whatever I feel like doing. You may or may not

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 44 I forgot to mention earlier what Allison gifted me with for Christmas: A "Mrs. Cusack" pink t-shirt from the T-Shirt Deli. That girl has fabulous taste, if I do say so myself. In turn, she inspired my new e-mail address: Mrs.John.Cusack@gmail.com. Looking forward to hearing from each and every one of you. Anyway, it's Christmas. Not much has taken place

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 43 Well, I can't say that I haven't written for a good reason. In fact, I haven't had much of a reason not to write. My lack of writing may actually have more to do with being hungover and embarrassed and less to do with having nothing to say. Let me ask you this one question: When is the last time you blacked out at an office holiday party hosted at your jerk

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 40 Poor Ben Affleck. Not only did his Surviving Christmas fiasco premiere in the theatre to the sound of one hand clapping (partially due to the fact it was a Christmas movie released in OCTOBER), but now it's trying to reap in lost profits by sweeping the not-yet-expired Christmas season. I had no idea that Hurricane J.Lo could do that much damage to one

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I am about six minutes away from piling up what my boss calls "comp time". I prefer to think of it as a cheap way for him to get out of paying me overtime and a good way for me to take time off of work without losing a paycheck. Of course, it would be a touch more fair if I had been given, say, one day off in the whole scheme of things, but at least I get the opportunity to make up time that

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Allison got the Saturday Night Live version of Trivial Pursuit for Christmas today (it came in the mail to where we work). Considering that I feel like crap at this moment, I should go directly home after work and tuck myself in so I can get up early and come in early tomorrow morning. But, she invited me over to play her new board game and I can't say no to that. I have a strange addiction to

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 39 Another weekend gone. How depressing. More depressing: My at-home manicure from Friday now looks like utter and total crap, as I spent a good 20 minutes picking off all the nail polish. Now there are just a few chips of the dark burgundy color left on a few of my nails, and my once classy looking manicure looks like something even a hooker wouldn't wear.

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You Were a Little Naughty This Year!While you're not likely to greet Santa with sucker punch...He's still not too jolly about coming to your house.You might get a small token from Mr. Claus, like some detox pills for your liver. When I was in college, my friends used to call me The Kissing Bandit because I would get drunk and make-out with boys like a 7th grader does. I just liked to smooch. I

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My lips hurt real bad.

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 36 I just got through talking to Eric, this guy who I would say is my friend, but truth be told, he has made me so furious on more than one occasion and I actually have enemies I talk to more often than him, so I would term him as more of a person I talk to every now and then. He's one of the first people I met in Chicago. We actually met when I was still

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45 minutes is all I have to make it through and then I only have to get through Friday and I have two days of solitude and freedom. I can't wait to not work here, but I have to admit, I could wait on halting my guaranteed income every 15 days. One of the guys that works with us on one of our accounts came in with Starbucks cards for everyone for Christmas presents. Talk about hitting the nail

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Strange how something so small as a coffee from Starbucks can put someone so grumpy into a better mood. I've said it once, I'll say it again, and it probably won't be the last time I say it: Starbucks is crack for the upper-middle-class. And I am a serious addict. A buckhead, if you will. No, not a buckeye. That's Ohio State's mascot.

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 35 Some serious irritations took place yesterday during the day, although I failed to mention them. The reason I failed to do so was because I didn't realize the depth of the irritation until I got to think of it as I was walking home from the L. And then I went to see Sideways with Will, and then I went to bed. In case you're curious, Sideways was pretty

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How generic can you get? Unfortunately for those of you who are obsessed with lists, this is not a list. Well, a list of sorts, but not really, I just wanted to use a title that sounded like it might be a list. I thought maybe it'd pique some interest in readers. Who am I kidding? I'll be lucky if my friends read this. Some cool things did happen today. But it all depends on your definition of

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I've determined some sort of epidemic is circulating the west side of Chicago. It is separating our city into two, very distinct types of city dwellers: those who drive and those who choose not to drive. The category including those who do not drive are absolutely ruled out of this debate, as they don't have a means to do anything about their situation, regardless of why they do not drive (

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 34 Another gourmet lunch of ramen noodles. My life absolutely rules. Yesterday I discovered the brilliance behind doing your laundry correctly. Apparently, if you don't overload the machines, they actually wash your clothes, as opposed to soaking them in water and soap residue and spinning them rapidly to get the water out. The best part is that your

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Today it finally happened. On my way home from work, I stopped at a couple of bars and filled out applications. And although I am mildly excited at the prospect of meeting more people and possibly more money in my bank account, I am not thrilled at actually taking a step backwards in my career. As I've mentioned before, I thought my Master's degree would be my ticket out of the serving and

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Why is it that my mom can still get under my skin? I am 25 years old. After several years of hearing altogether too obvious solutions to my life's problems (i.e. Me: "I'm so tired. I think it's stress. I can't seem to stay awake." Mom: [Insert condescending tone here] "You're always tired. You just need to take a vitamin and quit partying on the weekends so much." -OR- "You're never tired

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 32 Here I am, another weekend behind me, trying my best to cruise through my last full week of work at my pointless job. The good news is I won't have to come in here to work anymore, come January 1. The bad news is I won't have a steady income, come January 1. I keep repeating that, so I realize I sound a bit like a broken record, but I'm just making it into

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Just a quickie post before I get hottie-fied to go out (yes, that's right people, it's Friday, and this chick is doing up Chicago right)... I am a total loser. Not only am I sitting alone posting on my blog before I go out with my friends, but I am drinking a Vox & fake diet Red Bull combo to get my buzz on before I go out. And no, I'm not drinking a bonafide, real life fifth of Vox, I cracked

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My intuition finally worked for once in my life. I didn't fall for the total sleazeball. This is absolutely amazing. I just got an update regarding Elliott and his concern with me blowing him off. Turns out there isn't a reason for him to be concerned because he has a girlfriend. Yes, that's right, ladies & gentlemen, the dude has a girlfriend. Are you kidding me right now? This has been quite

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 29 Disclaimer: This message is brought to you by an extremely T.O.'d girl who had just published a giant post to find out that all that saved was the frickin' title. She then proceeded to attempt to recapture the essence of the first post in this post. Happy reading! First things first: Here's to Friday and all that is related to weekends and fun. I officially

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 28 Hello again to one and all. I suppose you want the low-down on the dude (Elliott) that I met last night. Since I've had some time to sleep on it, I have re-evaluated the situation. Right away, the guy was trying his hardest to please me, which always makes me happy. Between offering up drinks and chocolate covered strawberries (all of which were politely

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I went out tonight for this V.I.P. Christmas party at The Bella Lounge because Mary got me a free pass since she was working for Vox at it. And there I met a guy. And the guy was nice and walked me home from the train and lent me his gloves because I didn't have any. And he asked me out to the movies (because he asked me out for a drink and I'm not much of a weekday drinker -- not by choice, by

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To be honest, I have a load of work I could be doing right now. To be completely honest, I'd rather be on the beach in Mexico drinking pina coladas and eating cookie dough. But would the cookie dough melt before I got the chance to eat it? Would it then be a sandy mess all over my towel? If that's the case, then I'd like to take a moment and substitute burritos for cookie dough. And I would

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 27 27 days already? Dang. A comment for all those people with the crazy, fancy and high-falootin' templates for their blogs: Just because you have a crazy, fancy, high-falootin' template does not make your blog worth reading. It may be pretty to look at and I may be mildly (read: insanely) jealous that I don't know how to make all my stuff look pretty and

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I just had a nervous breakdown and consumed half a bag of Cheetos. Okay, it was more like three-quarters of the bag. I left the stupid writing test for a possible new job at work, which means I am going to have to work on it tomorrow at work. I don't even know if that's a possibility. I actually have work to do tomorrow (completely out of the ordinary). On top of that, I have a flat spot on

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I determined my calling. I want to open a Starbucks and spread the joy of skim peppermint mochas and gingerbread lattes to those in less fortunate areas of the nation that have yet to be touched by this phenomenon. So many people are anti-Starbucks because it's such a huge corporation. My question to them: Have you ever had coffee from Starbucks? Let's just call it crack for the

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The trouble with crying to your mom with your contacts in is that the next day you go to work and your contacts are all cloudy and crappy and you can't see. It doesn't matter how long you soak them the night before (I pretty much lived in my glasses last night, but the crying started about two blocks from my apartment - luckily it was dark outside, and yes, I am 25 years old). It doesn't matter

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 26 I just posted everything I did this weekend. I also posted about wanting to learn to knit and my terrible day yesterday. I posted about my job interview yesterday and my three favorite foods. I posted New Year's Eve plans. And you probably don't believe that I just spent an hour typing on this stupid thing because none of that is available to read. Word

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You will perish of fits. Repeat this to yourself: "Things can work out even if I don't get my way. Things can work out even...." What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die? brought to you by Quizilla I'm not real sure who Edward Gorey is, but now I'm going to have to figure it out.

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 25 My weekend is really quite irrelevant at this point. I have some good stuff, and maybe I'll cram it into a different post later. Right now, I'm fairly focused on one little detail: the email I received from Brian. Finally, six days later, I receive a response to my Tuesday night email. He had exactly 18 hours before I wrote him off as a disappearing act

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How pathetic am I? It's a Friday night. I'm single, I'm young, I'm fun. And I'm at home. In my sweats with pigtails, my glasses & zero make-up. How is this possible?? I realize that my financial situation isn't at it's best and I realize it's been a long week, so some decompression time is well over due, but it is FRIDAY NIGHT. Do you understand? Friday nights in are for girlfriends & boyfriends,

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 22 To Whom It May Concern: I do not know your name. I do not know who you are. I am assuming you are female, because I have only seen females come in and out of the building since I moved in last May. What I do know is your bed is directly above mine. I know this because you routinely disturb my peaceful existence by having sex directly above my bed when I

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I've noticed I have a strange habit of using song titles as titles for my posts. Real original of me. I'm like freakin' J.K. Rowling. Ugh. I'm actually getting nauseous at the thought of a Harry Potter reference being published. You have no idea how close I am to deleting this and starting from scratch. I just got home from work. I had promised myself that, once I got home, I would quickly

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DAYS WITHOUT SPOTTING JOHN CUSACK: 21 Things are definitely looking up for me. It's been a good day and it's not even noon! Amazing. Let's just say I am nearing the panic zone. December 31 is my last official day with the company I am currently working for. I hate my job, so it's not really that big of a deal. Unless you think about the fact that, without this terrible job of mine, I would

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