Bitter is the New Black by Jen Lancaster is my favorite book

Oh yes it is. And it has inspired this post a bit. Maybe I'll also be discovered through my blog and write a successful memoir. I definitely suggest it for your reading enjoyment.

So let's talk about my work day. So I had just gotten off of the F train and was walking to the office building, when what do you know, I see a sandwich bag. It took me awhile to register that it was a sandwich bag, and it was too late when I did. Cuz I basically skidded down the sidewalk, embarrassing myself in front of tons of New Yorkers (i'm sure that in an egotistical manner, i'm definitely being overly dramatic). I decided to cross the road to make sure that I wouldn't continue to be mocked by the other people.

I worked really hard today as usual, trying to impress my boss and co-workers. I bought cute items at the Container Store near my workplace (but it's not nearly as big or nice as the one in Rockville, MD). I managed to burn myself with hot water (don't ask how), and well, my right boob was quite red and sore for a bit of time. So then I had to wear my coat for awhile, and ppl thought I was getting ready to leave, and I just feigned being cold. But even after all that, I was still quite elated when my boss told me she was impressed with my work (why wouldn't she be? we all know that i'm a complete perfectionist). Gosh, that sounds exactly like Jen Lancaster, I love it. Goodness, I was impressed with my work, and I was beaming with pride. Of course, let's not forget that I looked like a hobo all day.

Let me TELL you why I looked like a hobo. First of all, the ubiquitous Gap jacket. I mean, that's not hobo, but I've been wearing the freakin coat the entire week to work, and it's time to LET IT GO. Secondly, the sole on one of MY shoes was coming off. I was so ticked, I've only worn those Michael Kors flats 4-5 times, and not for an extended period of time. And I noticed the shoe probs as soon as I came into work. So I urge you kiddies, don't buy those shoes. Boycott Michael Kors. Cuz his workmanship SUCKS.

So it was quitting time at 5, and I took the train to get my eyeglasses. Yeah I needed a new pair. And I got nice rimless ones, so we'll see how I like them. If not, I guess I'll have to just get another pair of glasses.

Then, in Grand Central, the thing to top of this weird day occurred: I saw icky V at the freakin train station. He did his weird eye twitch and said hi, and I was like hi, bye. I did NOT want to spend my entire train ride back to Milford with that weird one.

So that was my day at work. Yes I continue to smile at people on the train, because it just feels like the right thing to do. I give people nonthreatening smiles whenever I see them, truth be told, when I'm in NYC. Cuz if I don't then I'm giving out looks that could kill. And I don't want to look like a meanie!

So as I work in the city, I learn more about how people don't live in the city and commute. I mean, like one person in the office lives in BK, my boss lives in Queens. My boss is like one of the most fashion forward,hip, trendy, but not too over the top people I know, so if she can do it, I can do it too. But no, I want the glamour of Manhattan. When I went uptown to 77th street and Lexington Ave, it just seemed so surreal. It's actually the perfect place for me to live, it just seems so lively, yet very homey too. But wait, Jamie and I still need to pursue our Spanish Harlem dreams. Decisions, decisions. Well, I really don't have to make them until she graduates from her program, lol. I want us all to live there though. It would be so SATC. And hey, I feel like I've reverted back to my old Charlotte ways, so I guess she'll be me.

I want to write like bitter Jen Lancaster, but I just can't. I'm too content and satisfied and happy. And I realize that I've reached that point without being magnaminous and fake with people I can't stand. And I'm happy about that. Maybe years ago I would've sucked up to get what I wanted, but now, if I don't like you, I'm not going to pretend that I do. I'm not going to be nice just because your resources might need to be used at some time in my young life. I have my own resources, and I can do anything I put my mind to. I should have no problem finding a great job, and I've stopped worrying about it because I've become the full package.

And i've become the full package because of my new awakening. I wonder what I should say when I give my testimony. I don't want to say the boring I got saved when I was 5 years old speech. I should add interesting stuff, like I got in with the wrong crowd (ie, cheerleaders) and I did some terrible things (ie, cheered for hot boys while i was wearing next to nothing. OK a short skirt and a shell top, but whatev.). All the people at church have something interesting to say in their testimony, and mine's so boring. Actually, I could say some things to spice it up, but um, yeah.

Oh, and did i tell you all that I'm really really good now? Like, I was pretty good at first, but now I'm extremely. And it makes me sad, I must admit. But it's not fast food, you can't have it your way. I turned down stuff that I wanted, even though I've been like, ahh, I want this for the past freakin few months. But I couldn't bring myself to do it because it felt too sacriligious. And I'm not the same girl anymore, I can't play with fire and not expect to be burned. It makes me so sad because I was the queen of resisting temptation, I was so happy for temptation to come around, because it was fun to resist it. But now I even want to stay clear of the temptation so that I can grow as much as possible. So I mourn those days, like Jen Lancaster mourned the dot com era.

Speaking of poor heifers, I'm actually making an effort to lose weight now. I really need to if I want to look chic. My goal is to lose 5 pounds, and I'm going to try to run on the treadmill at least twice a week. Maybe I'll do some squats too. I'm just really out of shape, and I don't like being a wheezer when I run. And no, I won't count lifting the remote and changing the channel as an exercise.

night night kiddies.