I know, I know.

I was hoping my blog would make it longer than a few months before I had to make one of these posts, but let's face it, the silence has gone too long to ignore. So, here is my official apology for not updating in waaaay too long. It's not that I haven't had anything to write about, it's just the usual things you'd expect: first there was Christmas at my parents with no internet (and an amount of insanity too overwhelming for me to find blog appropriate angle of humor). Then there was the fact that the heat in my apartment has been so inconsistent that most evenings are spent hiding under several blankets, so typing on the computer and exposing my delicate hands was NOT and option. Then it got to the point where it had been so long since posting that people started to comment in person and then it was like, "well now I need to come up with something really entertaining to write about... shit."

So, I decided rather than hide from the expectations I had created in my head, I would just post this, which says nothing. For your sake and mine, I hope the next post is more fulfilling. 

Don't Tell Me What to Do!

At work we have an afternoon snack which usually consists of something sweet like cake or cookies. When we have cookies and they are larger than average, our snack lady (hi Evann!) will cut the larger cookies in half because, lets face it, eating half of a cookie is much less guilt provoking. 

Anyway, I noticed that every time she cuts them in half, I end up coming back for the second half, BUT whenever she doesn't cut them in half, I break the cookie in half myself and am completely satisfied...

If you ever want to manipulate me, remember this story. And yes, I did grow up in a broken home. 

Thank You

For those of you who know me well, you know that this hasn't been one of the easiest years of my life. Transitioning into the real world is never easy and doing it in the bold way that I did(moving alone to a big city with no job and no friends) is hard even for someone like me who's never really been afraid to jump into things headfirst. But one of the blessings of making a move like this is that you find out exactly what you mean to people. It suddenly becomes clear who wants to be in your life and who wants to have a free place to stay while in the city. 

I have been incredibly blessed and delighted by all of those who have come into my life since this move, by those who have stayed in my life, and especially by those who have re-emerged. 

So, to everyone out there, those of you who; show up to help me move, cook me Thanksgiving dinner, send me texts/IMs/facebook messages of love, call me on your way home from work, make me tea when I'm feeling down, visit NY to see ME, and so many other wonderful things...Thank you. 

And HAPPY EFFING THANKSGIVING! May you sit on your ass all day tomorrow. 

P.S. AMAZING

2 Noteworthy Conversations

While underwear shopping with Lady M:

"You should get these red plaid ones, then we can match!"

"Why would we EVER need matching panties?"

"For Colin's wetdreams."

"Oh, good point. But I hope you know this is going to ruin my whole underwear color palate. Right now they are all blues, pinks, and purples."

"Welcome to New York Katie." 

Talking to Jenna at Work:

"Well how did she meet this guy?"

"They met at Governor's school."

"Governor's school??"

"Yeah, you know, it's like for smart kids and you go learn about poli-sci and stuff. I guess it's kind of for future politicians."

"Yeah, kind of like how dental school is for future dentists."

"What? they don't have Governor's School in Arizona?"

"....No."

"Oh."

5 Reasons Not to go to Work if You're Feeling Sick

1. You might throw up on yourself.

2. You might throw up on yourself while on the train.

3. You might throw up on yourself while on the train, and then Subway (sandwiches) won't let you use their bathroom, so they refer you to McDonald's where they have no paper towels.

4. You might throw up on yourself while on the train, and then Subway (sandwiches) won't let you use their bathroom, so they refer you to McDonald's where they have no paper towels, and there might not be any cabs to take you home, so you will have to ride the bus home smelling like and covered in your own vomit. 

5. Do you really need a fifth reason?

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