as much as i don't like to admit it, i'm really really girly sometimes.

for example, i shop to make myself feel better. i have a terrible cold, so i went out today and bought "arrested development" season one, a new pair of shoes, two work shirts, a 2006 calendar, and a hodge-podge of other necessities. (i purchased all of these things with the gift cards i got for christmas, so luckily enough, these shiny new items cost a total of $4.03. not bad.)

i get furiously jealous when i see my ex-boyfriends with their new girlfriends on my turf. this generally leads to unnecessarily loud laughter during the conversation i'm in, gratuitous flips of my freshly-dyed hair, and obsessive checking of my cleavage.

i am intrigued by gossip about my co-workers. ("she's a stripper now? get out!") granted, i don't ordinarily participate in said gossip, but i'm not going to stop listening when the chatter starts flying.

so tonight, i'm pulling an al bundy. i'm cracking open a cold grain belt, eating nachos, and spending the remainder of my waking hours with the bluths.