Talk Soup

I cannot keep my eyes open! And they barely open wide enough as it is! Boo-hoo-hoo.

I can already see the battle lines being drawn at work. People who don’t like other people are trying to pull me into their feud with their nemesis, and all I want to do is be the neutral butterfly who flutters from department to department. I’ll have to transform into a camouflaging moth who hides herself in the texture of the wallpaper, or lack there of.

I have a happy hour drink engagement. Now that I’ve taken the blog url down from facebook, I can keep you updated on the more intimate, scandalous, trashier aspects of mi vida. Thus I will keep you up to date on such said rendezvous, and my obsession with salt. In the future, I just know that salt will become my Achilles Heel and it will be the mineralized dues ex machina that becomes my undoing.

Speaking of unmentionables, I think I am finally curbing my stealing habit. I was tempted to take some gum (since that was my weekly habit at the U of C Barnes & Noble) from a convenience store the other day. But then I stopped myself, not wanting to have the cops called on me in a brand new city.