OH HI THERE

Hey there!

Haven't written in awhile, in fact not since the night before law school orientation began.

This blog has followed me through my first days in San Francisco, the dissolution of the agency I worked for, a brief blue collar stint in New Mexico, and now into my second semester of law school.

So for 2010, here's to a resurrection of the candymoonface blog, by a slightly older, slightly more experienced candymoonface...who is still terribly amused by poop jokes.

If I got my 5th degree black belt, I could legitimately ask people to address me by the title, "Master."

And if I decided to forgo my father's name, and adopted my mother's last name, I'd be a "Bader."

So when people would address me, I'd be a, "Master Bader."

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Did you say it out aloud?

That's right, I am not joking.

Maybe Candymoonface should start blogging again.

It would be a shame to let that sweet picture of my face being eaten by ants go to waste.

Besides looking kinda phallic...

...can you tell me how I should feel about this? Either it's the natural melding of two American classics which I should appreciate, or it is something that Congress should regulate, like CEO bonus pay.

good morning

There is construction going on in my building that begins promptly at 9 AM. So this morning I woke up shouting:

"Screw you, you can't come in through my window! Go through the door like everyone else!"

But then I realized the construction workers weren't trying to enter my apartment through the window, so I then got up and had some yogurt.

Self Made Millionaire

For some reason, as a kid, I always envisioned myself a free wheeling city dwelling business woman in a smart business suit who would carry a briefcase. I also was imagined that I would have made my first million dollars by the age of 24. Somehow, I don't think I am going to be able to accomplish the financial aspect of the dream, but at least I will have worn a suit in the city while carrying a hand bag.

Although, if I just change the currency of that first million, then the dream could still be accomplished. I'm doing pretty well on the accumulation of belly button lint. I, and I'm sure many others, are financial successes in terms of fine organic belly button lint. Maybe that should be the basis upon which our new economy is built. I'll notify the President. I've paid my taxes so I should be qualified to advise him on this issue.

i was looking at the light...OHHH GOOOOOD FOR YOU!

http://www.aolcdn.com/tmz_audio/020209_christianbale.mp3

I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO THIS. I don't know why it is so entertaining! For many years, I have been obsessed with Christian Bale, and I believe I am finally cured.

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DO YOU WANT ME TO TRASH YOUR LIGHTS?!?!? You and me are f*&#in' done professionally.

Thank you Christian, now you are I are done romantically and I can finally move on, maybe to the Jonas Brothers.