I love looking at interior design Web sites that show tons of pictures of beautifully decorated rooms. My favorites are the Mid-Century Modern style– of course that should come as no surprise considering my love of all things 50’s and 60’s. My one thought whenever I look at these gorgeous rooms is, where do they keep their newspapers, mail, empty beer bottles and toenail clippings? I swear, I honestly don’t know how they keep on top of it all. I’d be fine if mail was delivered once a week but it comes EVERY DAY! I try to sort it immediately but there are always things I need to go through and I totally love procrastinating so I have to leave it somewhere and if it’s not out in the open I’ll forget about it. And then there’s the little doodads that just appear without a home. I can’t even describe them but they’re objects that you can’t throw yet can’t put away. My house is over run by them. I also have a problem with stupid sentimental items. You see, my pookie bear gave me a bracelet for my birthday and I love the bracelet and I keep it in my jewelry box when I am not wearing it…. BUT I ALSO KEPT THE BOX IT CAME IN! I can’t throw it away! See this is a perfect example of stupid sentimental item. The box is garbage but somehow I have it linked in my mind with the actual gift so I can’t throw it out. It’s like that Ghost Rider ticket stub I have in my desk drawer or every single Christmas Card I have ever received just sitting collecting dust in my closet. I really wish I could easily shed these things.

Okay, I just walked across the room to see what other odd things I have kept that I can’t get rid of. I found a plastic Happy Birthday tiara Erin gave me for my 31st birthday. I found an award I got from my old old company about 7 years ago, I keep it because it looks like a penis and I find that hysterical. I found a piece of the Berlin Wall and a broken magnet some Norwegian man sent me after I sent him a handful of pens as he requested via an email probably about 10 years ago. I HAVE GOT TO START THROWING THIS CRAP OUT!!!!!!!!

It’s been one week and one day and today I finally opened up my resume and started tweaking it. I also started to update my LinkedIn page and I logged into Monster for the first time in MONTHS. I still want more than anything to work for myself and not have to take a job but my one stumbling block is and has always been I simply have no idea how to make money on my own. Perhaps it will come to me like a bolt of lightening. BAM! You will design and sell T-shirts with dirty words in foreign languages on them! Frat boys from all over the country will buy them in massive quantities! You shall be rich beyond your wildest dreams because of merde and jebi se and scheiss drech.

It took me a couple of hours but I finally submitted my final expense report. I hope I remembered everything!

I just received a Christmas present from Maker’s Mark! They sent me wrapping paper, ribbons and tags! I am very impressed. It’s good to be an Ambassador although I feel bad since I don’t drink bourbon.

The weather is oddly warm. I remember the last time I was laid off the weather was unseasonably warm. I keep trying to remember what it felt like when I was last unemployed. I’m trying to remember how I spent my days. I can’t remember! How odd is that? I look back and I recall being out of work but it didn’t feel like a long time although it was about 3 months. I dunno. This is just so weird.

A couple months ago I got tired of having my jewelry sitting on top of my bureau. I have a hard time putting things away so my necklaces were always sprawled out and it looked messy. I determined the best thing to do was to clean out one drawer and move everything down one leaving the top drawer for my jewelry. This means my underwear is in the second drawer down rather than the top drawer. Do you know that almost every morning as I am getting dressed I mistakenly open up the jewelry drawer? It’s hard for people to change their thoughts, behaviors, beliefs. I am slowly waking up to the notion that I am unemployed. Of course I don’t want to really accept that too much because then it may be difficult to get back to thinking of myself as an employable person. Right now it feels really good to have some time off. I just don’t want to get comfortable with it.

I signed up for Facebook back in September but I did nothing with it. I didn’t add a single friend, didn’t fill out the profile– what can I say, I had no time. Anyway, yesterday I logged back on. Guess who Facebook recommended to me as a friend? MY MOTHER!?! Yes, Rosa is on Facebook. She has more friends than I do. Of course she would say, “I have more friends than you do in real life too!” (Beat you to the punch, Mommy!)

Today I am visiting Audra and Julia. I also have a 40% discount at Macy’s that I would love to use. I wish I had gotten it prior to being laid off. It would have been more fun to use it when I had a paycheck coming. I got some of my Christmas shopping done yesterday. I have a bit more to do. I wish shopping for people was easier. Lisa was asking me what I wanted for Christmas and I really couldn’t come up with anything. I think in the long run, it is a good thing not to have too many wants.

A study recently revealed that women feel they are sexiest at age 34

LONDON: Being sexy is often perceived to be a key essence of femininity. And, now a new study has found that women feel most sexy at the age of 34.

Researchers have based their findings on a survey of over 1,000 women who were questioned about their sex lives – the majority of respondents said that it was at the age of 34 when they had felt more sexy.

I just filed for unemployment.