Big Girl Underoos

I should be watching the State of the Union. I should be trying to find out what is in store for the country. But I just can't. I can't handle more than 30 seconds of the President's speechifying. I caught just enough to learn that Coretta Scott King passed away yesterday. I feel like I should use this forum to say something deep and meaningful about that as well. Pretty much I'm feeling guilt about the things I should be doing or think I should be doing. Like my thesis. Although I did spend an hour transcribing interviews this evening. And 15 minutes this morning while I was waiting for the hot water in my apartment to get hot enough to take a shower for at least long enough to shampoo. I love everything about my apartment except that. I'm babbling. And there is nothing on my basic basic cable besides the State of the Union and for some reason Veronica Mars on UPN. That means it's time to go to bed. Rest in Peace Coretta.

One of my all time favorite movies is The American President with Michael Douglas and Annette Benning. It's got so many great quotes. The scene: After Sydney (Annette Benning) kisses the President she freaks out a little and talks to her sister Beth (some actress I don't know) about it. Sydney Ellen Wade : Why did I have to kiss him? Beth Wade : You kissed him? You didn't tell me that. Where did you kiss him? Sydney Ellen Wade : On the mouth. Beth Wade : Where in the White House? Sydney Ellen Wade : The dish room. Beth Wade : The dish room? Sydney Ellen Wade : The china room. Beth Wade : And then what happened? Sydney Ellen Wade : He had to go and attack Libya. Beth Wade : It's always something. Sydney Ellen Wade : I gotta nip this in the bud. This has catastrophe written all over it. Beth Wade : In what language? Sydney, the man is the leader of the free world. He's brilliant, funny, handsome. He's an above-average dancer. Isn't it possible our standards a...

If nothing else, that little map in the side bar is going to teach me some geography. I've been spotted in the Philipines on the shores of the South China Sea. Mabuhay and Salamat! (Hello and Thank you). What's interesting to me is that where my little blog is being read is not necessarily where I have friends (who are the only people I actually shared this with). Hello out there in middle America! Holy moly or should I say Aye Carumba! I just refreshed my browser y hay personas en Mexico quien estan leyendo. Bienvenido Mexico! (Lo siento, hace muchos anos desde yo hablo (hablaba?) o escrito espanol.) My tenses are muy malo! So much for my minor. The world is a very small place. I love it. I'm about to bust into a refrain of "I'd like to buy the world a coke." but I will try to control myself.

A friend of mine recently responded to something silly I emailed him and said he was glad I hadn't lost my wit. Being Sassy Pants I wrote back "As a matter of fact, I think I may have more wit than ever before. And modesty too. ; )" His next response intrigued me, "well, I don't think you may have MORE wit... I think you are just using it again... more than maybe when you were married..." He's absolutely right. I was hiding my light under a bushel for the last few years. It's pretty easy to do when you're depressed and unhappy. I do feel more like myself now that I'm a sassy single gal. If (when) I am unsingle again I am making damn sure I'm with someone with whom I am my fabulous self or even more so (as if that's possible!). I'm looking for synergy.

My friend M used the phrase "jumping in with both feet" the other day referring to what she often does when it comes to new relationships. She's now nervous that she's done it again too soon after a breakup with her (now ex) fiance. This commenced a back and forth email conversation comparing men and their commitment levels to bodies of water. What M and I are both experiencing at the moment are new relationships with men who seem to be wide and deep pools. They would love for us to jump right in and commence a relationship. These are men women dream about. Unfortunately, having both recently left pools that dried up we're a little afraid to get our hair wet again. The water looks wonderful from the side of the pool. We're enjoying dipping our feet it, and even sitting on the edge up to our knees, yet we can't help but wonder- if we take that leap are we going to swim comfortably (relationship bliss), sink to the bottom and drown (lose ourselves), or find ...

Friendster Guy being at least superficially like my X is turning out to be a good thing. For one, he keeps surprising me by not being like my X. A pleasant surprise now and again does a body good. You know what else does a body good? Well, something else I choose not to talk about directly on this blog that's what. Anyway... Another reason the similarities he has with my X (and my fears around that) are good is I am forced to take note of how I react to things he does or things I think he will do. With some other guy completely unlike my X I'd still have the same fears but I might not address them directly or even recognize the way they make me react. For instance, I am slightly nervous, or at least shy, to ask Friendster Guy to dinner with some friends of mine. As mentioned previously, my X was not really social and made me jump through hoops to get him to go anywhere with me. I find myself making assumptions that Friendster Guy will not want to go. However, because I am awar...

Check out my reader way out there in Finland (I think)! Hauska tavata! (Nice to meet you in Finnish. I'm so international. Actually, I am simply capable of using Google.) I had a busy weekend and don't quite have time for a large post at the moment but I am alive and well and getting ready for world domination.

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I like meeting people. I've been making it a habit to try to introduce myself to the regulars at my gym. This is made easier when I am wearing the official gym shirt for my class. Because this area is so small I always see the gym people out and about and it's nice to have a reason to smile and say hi. So anyway, there is this old guy at the gym that I'm always happy to see and say hello to. He's a nice man. Very personable. Somewhat of a local celebrity because he has a local show on PBS. I enjoy our brief little talks while I mill around waiting for the class I teach to start. I must have shared some details of my personal life with him in the past because yesterday we're conversing and he asked me if I knew this guy so-and-so. I said no figuring he must have a connection to where I work. But no. He commences to explain that so-and so is that guy over there who had dated his daughter but it didn't work out. "He's a nice guy though." he said, not ...

In reponse to Jen M's comment , Friendster Guy is pretty much perfect. The jury is still out as to whether he is perfect for me. I can wish for one verdict but sometimes that's not enough, or not the right one in the long run. If my life were a movie (and why shouldn't it be?) this would be the part where the audience yells at me for being an idiot for letting a good guy go. Don't worry, so far he's still around. We're making plans for Friday night that hopefully will involve a lot of talking. No couches. He's so quiet I don't feel like I know him yet and I want to give him every opportunity to surprise me into sparks. I have a fear that I need to be aware of and counteract. My fear is that because Friendster Guy shares many similarities with my X I am making assumptions about ways he might respond to certain situations. That's not really fair. For instance, there is a semi-formal I am planning on attending next month. If Friendster Guy is like my X,...

The results of this test were dead on. John Cusack and I are already secretly involved so there was no surprise there. But please keep that on the down low. We like to keep that under wraps. My celebrity love match is - The Boy Next Door: Matt Damon When it comes to love, you're looking for a man with "white picket fence" potential: the guy who will compliment your mom, helps clean the dishes and could melt the polar ice caps with his smile. He's not always perfect and can be a tad too predictable at times, but you'll love the fact that he's got a dependable job, coaches Little League on the weekends and still finds time to let you know how much he loves you. He's more "apple pie" than "devil's food cake" -- but that means the last thing he'll want to do is break your heart. Other matches: Usher, Zach Braff, John Cusack, Michael J. Fox, Denzel Washington I'm definitely getting a crush on Friendster Guy because as I read th...

A Phone Conversation: Me: "In the spirit of full disclosure, I should let you know I am signed up to auction myself off at a batchelor/batchelorette auction next month." Friendster Guy: "How much does a single girl go for these days? Will I have to bring my checkbook?" Right thing to say Friendster Guy. Right thing to say. Also, today is Compliment Day. According to this site , this day was created in 1998 by Kathy Chamberlin, of Hopkinton, NH. and Debby Hoffman, of Concord, NH. Sad that it took until 1998 to have a Compliment Day while National Pie Day began in 1986 (thanks American Pie Council and Crisco), and National Handwriting Day started way back in 1977. Spread the love today. Compliment 5 people. By the way, you're fabulous. * Mycology = the study of fungus

I got myself a decoder ring. After my email, Friendster Guy really took the time to let me know at least some of what he was feeling in our situation and he's growing on me again. Slowly and persistently, like a fungus, but growing none-the-less. I think part of the missing chemistry had to do with our very early decision after our first date to just be friends. He took it to heart. I had loosened up on that restriction but hadn't let him know. So, when we were out he wasn't being all that flirty. And I am receptive to flirting. Since we hadn't done any flirting foreplay I didn't think there was chemistry. We need some more time to go out when both of us are thinking we're dating and see how it goes. I bet it goes well. If not... On my date last night with Picture Taker Guy I got the distinct feeling that he was sitting there wondering how he had gotten to go out with such an attractive and confident woman. That woman being ME. That, my dear readers, is an aweso...

You do not know this about me but there is something about Victoria's Secret that makes me ridiculously uncomfortable. Everytime I set foot in one I honestly want to start crying from discomfort. I am a modern, capable woman who has done a lot of cool, sometimes daring, things in her life but I feel absolutely inept and retarded (in the "behind the curve" sense of the word) when it comes to fancy, sexy, 'I spent too much on this' underwear. The instant I am surrounded by the pink, baby powder smelling ambiance of a Victoria's Secret my self-esteem and self-confidence take a nose dive. Why? For one, I always thought the VS women were looking down on me. Also, I have no idea what size I take and for a long time I was embarassed by the size I thought I took. This did nothing to improve my relationship with the VS women who were supposedly looking down on me. In addition, and these are in no particular order, there are too many buttons and clasps and options, I...

Inspired by National Measure Your Feet Day I have decided to blog today about the Year of Me. Jen M has already declared it the Year of Jennifer Myszkowski but I figure she doesn't have the whole market on declaring years her own so I can too. Therefore, this is the Year of Sassy Pants. Yessiree Bob it is all about me this year. My first act since declaring it the year of me was to follow my own advice, and email Friendster Guy about our relationship or lack thereof. Granted, I wasn't 100% honest with him - i.e. I didn't say "Hey. We have no chemistry. It was nice meeting you." I don't know if that would have been the 100% honest thing to say anyway. The thing is, on the one hand I don't think the relationship is going anywhere. On the other hand, we could just be communicating on different levels and I am just not tuned in to the chemistry. Yes, yes, I know I am second guessing myself. How can you not be tuned in to the chemistry you ask? Isn't that ...

Dear Lord, Force, Mother Earth, Dr. Phil, Ann Landers, In your infinite wisdom could you find it within your mercy to make it so I do not have both wrinkles AND pimples at the same time. Seriously, it's not fair. Amen [Important note to my readers: Today is National Blonde Brownie Day. Why? I have no idea. Tomorrow, the 23rd? National Pie Day, National Handwriting Day, and National Measure Your Feet Day. What? (Aside to JM - I know this would not be your favorite holiday. Feel free to focus on the pie.)]

You can't fake chemistry. Even if you really, really want to. If you are waiting for someone to grow on you, that's a sure sign that there is chemistry missing. If, hypothetically, your first kiss with someone you've gone on 5 dates with turns into a 2 hour make-out session with partial nudity (hypothetically!), and even though you're enjoying yourself, you still don't feel that spark ("you" being someone else entirely. Not me. Definitely not me.), that's a bad sign. I would give that person the following advice: Stop the relationship before it goes even further. But then they'd say, "but he's nice, handsome, sweet, intelligent". And I'd reply, "So? If you aren't feeling that spark, find it with someone else who is nice, handsome, sweet, and intelligent." "But!" "No buts! You're looking for a connection young lady. Not someone who's nice enough to hang out with. If you're forcing yourself ...

Inspired by Jen Myszkowski , here's a little more information about myself. As if you aren't sick of me already. Four jobs I've had in my life: Watch Repair person (I can size metal bands and change batteries like you read about) Zookeeper/ticket person PhD Graduate Student (only for a year before I wised up) Balloon bouquet and gift basket maker (during my post-PhD what the hell am I going to do with my life crisis) Four movies I could watch over and over: When Harry Met Sally Sound of Music The American President Harry Potter Four places I have lived: Berlin, NH Springfield, MA Selinsgrove, PA College Station, TX Four TV shows I love to watch: The Biggest Loser That 70s Show House CSI Four places I have been on vacation: Spain Portugal Morocco Coast of Maine Four websites I visit daily: Friendster MySpace Comics.com Big Girl Underoos Four of my favorite foods: Whoopie Pies Sushi Quesadillas Anything I didn't have to cook Four places I would rather be right now: In my ...

No matter how happy I am that I am no longer with my X, and also comfortable with the fact that he is with another person, it still hurts to see him expressing his attraction for her in ways I can no longer remember him doing with me. Case in point, I saw them both at the gym today and I talked to them both, apart and together. No problem. Then however I caught a glimpse of him holding her hand as they left. I honestly cannot remember a time when he held my hand 1) when I hadn't initiated the contact and 2) when it lasted more than a few seconds before he literally shook it off like I was annoying him. I haven't really held someone's hand like they meant it in probably half a decade. Half a decade people. Or more. You know that scene in When Harry Met Sally right before they sleep together and Sally is freaking out because she discovered her X is getting married and just didn't want to marry her ? It's kind of like that only no tears (or really anything more than...

Remember the guy who couldn't help but tell me my positive attitude was contagious? We're having dinner together on Sunday. After our nice conversation at the party the other day, he said that he'd send me the picture he took of me. Being still in brazen Vegas mood I emailed him yesterday saying, "Dude! Where the hell is my picture? : )" We then proceded to have a very flirty exchange focusing on the fact that coincidentally he too was in Vegas last weekend and that if he had known he could have provided me with "entertainment". Hmmm... He seems really excited about us getting together so he's earning serious bonus points. That's all I really want - someone who seems genuinely interested in spending time with me and is willing to show me. In that vein, here are the lyrics from the song "Show Me" (scroll down and click Show Me to listen) from My Fair Lady . It pretty much says what I and some of my girlfriends have been thinking. Fre...

Doesn't it just frost your cookies when you spend an amazing time with someone, you feel a connection, you seem to want to spend more time with each other and then you don't hear from them for awhile ("awhile" being interpreted in this scenario as anything from 20 minutes to 2 days) and you start second guessing yourself and the entire interaction and thinking that they can't possibly like you as much as you like them and that you've smothered them with attention, or not enough attention, or that they only humored you while you were together? Show of hands, how many of you have done this? I haven't done this in about a week but a friend of mine is going through it as we speak. It's funny how I can look in on it and say "Stop obsessing. Give them time." while simultaneously knowing there is no way in hell I wouldn't be obsessing myself. Especially since I was doing that only a week ago regarding High School Guy. I know I have said this sev...

First, I did nothing in Vegas that needed to "stay in Vegas" but I came very, very close. Closer than I ever have before. Short version: if there had been a room available without other people in it I would have a much more interesting story to share here. Not that I would have shared the details. And not that the story leading up to looking for a room isn't interesting. Needless to say, I had a great time in Vegas. The batchelorette party did not deter me from being boy crazy and wishing that the batchelors (who were also in Vegas) got to spend more time with us. Friday night I met a group of them for about 5 minutes while I was finishing dinner with the bride to be. Since she'd already snagged herself a man she was not in cruising mode and dragged me away just when things were getting interesting, i.e. when there were attractive, intelligent men with good jobs standing in front of me in VEGAS . Anyway, in that brief exchange there was one who caught my eye and seeme...

I couldn't help but post this latest contact. I just got a "friend request" on MySpace (it's how you connect with your friends) from a 46 year old named Buck who lives nearby, is married , and is interested in meeting "friends with benefits." Ick, ick, ick. He's got a picture and everything. Middle aged white dude, probably an accountant. And he has 14 female friends in his profile already. Some seem to be normal (or clueless). Some are definitely of the ho-ish persuasion. It looks like he just requests to be friends with everyone and sees what happens. I reiterate - ick, ick, ick! P.S. Did you know that "iterate"means "to repeat". So when we reiterate we're being a redundant. FYI "dundant" isn't a word.

I'm going to be away from posting until Tuesday 1/17 so I hope you can find other things to amuse yourself with until then. While I'm gone, if you are reading this blog I'd be interested in having a little role call just to see who is out there in cyberspace. Especially if I don't know you. Drop in a comment and say howdy! Anonymity is perfectly acceptable. In dating news: High School Guy and I have decided that it is better for both of us if we are just friends. I was reverting to high school and becoming paranoid and he was feeling trapped. We'll both enjoy ourselves much more if neither of us is in pursuit of a relationship. Now I can focus on relating to others. I think HSG is going to make a fine friend. Hopefully I can maintain the balance needed to not get all romantic about him again. We'll see. It's early enough in our friendship/relationship that I'm not horribly attached. The heart does stupid things though sometimes. No matter what your brain...

In case you didn't read Josh's comment a few posts back, here is what you need to do when you love a woman . If you are a guy and you are reading this take notes! The answer to your question of "Really?" is YES. I would so fall for all of that stuff. It's so simple. Of course you have to mean it. I'm having a difficult time right now with High School Guy because I'm missing all of that. I thought we had a momentum going along those lines and then it stopped. I'm thoroughly confused as to how he feels about me and you know what? I had to deal with that feeling for the last 2 years or so with the person I was married to so I don't ever want to wonder how someone feels about me again. If you like me, for Pete's sake, act like you like me and want to spend time with me! Don't leave me guessing. It just makes me feel desperate and anxious. Of all the guys I've dated so far, Buff Gym Guy was the best at making me feel special. Granted it ca...

It's good to know I'm not dating for the wrong reasons . Note: I started a draft of the 81-100 things about me yesterday and just posted it but because I started it previously it is showing up below this one and another post so if you are a steady reader, please scroll down a few posts to see the last of the "Things about me." If you care to. P.S. Spent an hour on the phone with You're Beautiful Guy. (Yup, he's earned a nickname) I don't know who was more surprised that I called, him or I (me or him?). It's odd to have the "older woman" idea in my mind. It sort of dictated how I reacted to him. In a way I felt more powerful but at the same time I'm not sure if I was quite myself. Did I have the upperhand or was I more self-conscious of my "maturity"? Either way, we're getting together sometime this week before I head off to Vegas for a batchelorette party. Vegas baby! What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Unless of course yo...

You know that guy from MySpace who said I looked beautiful (see last post)? Well I replied thanking him for the compliment. We have now exchanged several emails and he's not actually all that creepy. In fact, he's oddly intriguing. But I may just be a sucker for compliments. After several exchanges he sent me the following email (and his number) - "So, basically you're my dream woman--older, loves the outdoors and hiking, an intellectual but not too serious, and you're wonderfully volumptuous. just thought you should know." Several things amuse me about this. 1) when did I become "older"? I'm very comfortable with my age and the aging process (my new vericose veins fascinate me) but it's odd to hear someone actually point it out (he's 24, I'm 29) and 2) Voluptuous? I rechecked the pics I have up on Myspace and not a single one shows that I even have boobs nevermind big ones. What exactly is the definition of voluptuous?... Ok, I'v...

81) I don't like beer or wine or hard alcohol unless it is in the form of a frozen fruity beverage and even then I'm pretty picky. I never drank in college and the first and only time I got drunk was when I was 28 and I did it for a project for my Masters. 82) A correlary to #81 is that I always want to be in control of the situation. Or at least my role in it. I don't necessarily want to be the boss (unless things are getting all FUBAR), but I have a "high need to know" (I'm stealing the phrase from my friend N) for what is going on or about to happen. 83) I dislike cooking but I definitely like eating. If I wouldn't end up poor and fat I'd eat out at every meal. 84) A guy who cooks because he likes to and not because he is trying to impress me is incredibly sexy. Same goes with washing dishes and other household chores. Just noticing it needs to be done and doing it without my input or even knowledge is awesome. As opposed to doing it and then announ...

Warning: I apologize to my nice guy friends for some of the content of this post. I am generalizing. Know that if you are reading this I probably shared it with you and that means you fall into the nice guy category. Proceed. Men are pigs. Except for the nice ones of course. But what distinguishes the nice guys from the bacon products? Common sense, dignity, respect, and treating women as if they are your mother, sister or daughter, or even just another human being. I can only imagine what some of the guys I've encountered would do if they discovered their mother/daughter/sister being treated the way they've treated other women. Apparently, if you are a woman you are fair game for random men to email you with grammatically incorrect propositions. Do men get these? I'm curious about it from an anthropological/sociological stand point. Are some men so...ballsy, I guess is the right word, that they'll just hit on anyone regardless of who that women is or what she's loo...

I thought this was going to be hard but I've been keeping a list near my computer and I keep coming up with things. 61) I empathize too much with people. I take on their emotions and attitudes. I have a hard time watching shows/movies where someone gets embarassed because I feel it too. 62) My favorite holiday is Halloween. 63) I like to be the center of attention but only if I brought the attention on myself. 64) The me I was 2 or 3 years ago would not recognize the me I am today. 65) I've posed nude for an art class and I would do it again. 66) I love show tunes. 67) Rainbows make me smile but melancholy at the same time. 68) I've never gone to the dry cleaners even though I have clothes that are dry clean only. 69) I've finally learned how to take a compliment. 70) I think my greatest skill is my ability to understand where people are coming from and then translate that to other people so they can understand each other. 71) I love finding out something totally unexpe...

41) I see negativity as the worst character trait. 42) I've been bitten by a cougar. 43) I want to be swept off my feet. 44) I do not want to have kids. 45) If I didn't have to audition I'd go on Broadway. 46) I have a crush on Pippin (Billy Boyd) from Lord of the Rings. 47) I have a new thing for guys with glasses. (All my top 3 have them and I think they are totally cute.) 48) My favorite body part is my smile. 49) My least favorite body part is my stomach but I'm learning to love it. 50) I constantly check myself out in store windows. 51) I used to think I didn't want women friends. Now I can't live without them. 52) I've been sexually assaulted and harassed. 53) I have a tattoo and I want at least one more. 54) I'd love to be an artisan but I can't settle on an art to be a san of. 55) I don't believe in God. 56) I never know who to answer with when asked the question "Who would you most like to meet?" or "Who is your hero?...

One of my New Years resolutions was to write a list of 100 things about me. Here's the first 40. 1) I like to sing at the top of my lungs in the car and would do the same in the shower if my apartment didn't have a noise ordinance and I actually had hot water to waste time in. 2) I like the simple things in life, whatever that means. 3) I hate spending money. 4) I love eating out. 5) I love sleeping in. 6) I hate the sound of people chewing. 7) I love laughing. 8) I hate pranks like on Punk'd or Crank Yankers. 9) I'd rather receive a thoughtful homemade gift or meal than flowers or candy given because that's what's expected. 10) I respect honesty and try to be honest. 11) I don't like not knowing what someone is thinking about me. 12) I like to follow the golden rule. 13) I think anger is a useless emotion, although every so often it gets the better of me. 14) I think henna is the most beautiful artform in the world. 15) I always give people the benefit of t...

My X, his new lady friend, Buff Gym Guy, and I were all in the gym together. No, this is not the start of a joke, or a dream. I did have a dream last night that I became a stripper. A family of strippers took me under their wing. I believe the mother was Peg Bundy and the father was an Antonio Banderas look alike. I never actually stripped in the dream but I got to see some interesting stuff. But I digress... The four of us were all in the gym together. Because HSG hadn't called me for 4 days and we were supposed to do something together that day and we didn't and the tape of self doubt had started playing I was flirting with Buff Gym Guy (BGG). He's the kind of guy you can outrageously flirt with and he won't care that nothing comes of it. It's sort of his MO. Plus, because I see him at the gym a lot we've sort of become friends. Anyway, after I say hey to X and X's Lady Friend I go up to BGG and say, "Is it horribly cheesy to want my X to see us talki...

Every so often I like to pick a topic and read some quotes about it. Since my life currently revolves around relationships - new, old, changing - I thought I'd share a few quotes I found on The Quote Garden . On relationships: Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need. ~Margaret Mead Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859 Assumptions are the termites of relationships. ~Henry Winkler [Note to self - The Fonz is very wise. Remember these words when the tape of doubt starts playing.] I like her because she smiles at me and means it. ~Tas Soft Wind Someone to tell it to is one of the fundam...

Some people don't believe in resolutions, mostly because they don't need one more thing looming over their head, and/or they don't want to deal with their disappointment in themselves when they don't actually do what they've resolved to do. I, being a glass half full kind of girl, think it is always a good idea to have a goal or two to start off the new year, or really at any time of the year. So, here is my ever growing list of resolutions. 1) Pay off my car. This will take the entire year but I'd like to have it mostly paid off by the time I have to start paying my student loans again. Of course that means I have to finish my thesis because I don't start paying back my loans until that's done. I don't know what I want more, to graduate in '06 or to put off my student loans some more. Putting of the loans is very attractive but how cool will that feel when I have no loans of any kind? I like that idea. 2) Stop obsessing about what boys are thin...

I'm in a mood. It's the whole post-holiday let down. Or maybe I just don't like Sunday nights even though I don't have to work tomorrow or even Tuesday. I have spent the last hour on MySpace searching for friends. Mayhaps I should have spent that time actually contacting friends? Ah, the problems of our modern world. I now have a profile up on MySpace. I figure I might as well. Nothing in my life is sacred anymore. I'm on Match, Friendster, MySpace, 43 Things, UVScene...I'm all over the internet. What's interesting is encountering other people like myself who are sprinkled all over the world wide web. I see the same people on several websites. What's more interesting are the various personas people take on depending on the site. I think I'm more freespirited on MySpace, more focused on Match, pretty much relaxed on Friendster, and guarded on UVScene. Even though anyone can see any of my profiles on any of the sites there is still a different audience...