This week, I heard back from the 2 front runners in the Great Job Search. They were both rejections, you might have guessed.

I went out with my mother today. I did some more unnecessary shopping. I've spent $100 in two days on clothing, but I've gotten a lot of bang for my buck: a pair of cords, a pair of dress pants, 2 dress shirts, 2 camisoles, a jacket type shirt thing, and a blazer that was originally $100, that I got for $12. The blazer it too big, so I'll have to get it tailored, but c'mon, it was twelve bucks!!!

So, I'm stylin' now for any upcomming interviews. Unfortunately, there aren't any interviews on the horizon. My sister sent me an interesting job, in Ottawa, for the United Nations. Ha. Probably not likely, but I'll apply anyway. MW is looking for jobs all over the world, so I figure I better, too. I don't like being so unsure of where we will both be in a few months, but I guess that's just the way things will have to be for the next little while.

A ran into the mother of my best friend in elementary school when I was out this afternoon. My mother and her were comparing children (my friends brother was the same age as my sister). Her daughter (my ex-best-friend) is engaged. That sort of surprises me, as I always thought she was a closet lesbian. It struck me, though, that there was this undercurrent of competition when they were talking about their children. As a witness to the conversation, I can conclude there was no real winner. I'm at home, but with a boyfriend, yet her oldest son is still living at home, with no job. Then again, who cares?

I hate to, once again, explain to my mother, over coffee, that I did not leave my dream job so I could work in a call center or (my mother's favorite suggestion) go to community college and take a 'business course'. I know she's afraid that I'll spend the rest of my years living at home, but does she really think I want to do that?

In other, better, news, I've been having some good sex lately.... except for the time a few days ago where I fell off the side of my bed, naked, into my bedside drawer, where it came crashing down on me, spilling makeup, toilettries, and other mish-mash all over my naked self. It was a classy, sexy move.

I got this from Jallapeno, who got it from... a bunch of other people. Go here to see!

• I am: In a constant, unsatisfied state of arousal.
  

• I know: How long it takes for a condom to disintegrate from petroleum jelly.
  

• I have: Autographs from the Tragically Hip, David Cronenburg, and Seamus O'Regan.
  

• I wish: I can get a job similar to my last one, but closer to home.
  

• I hate: That Linsday Lohan song.
  

• I miss: Trips to my grandmother's house.
  

• I fear: Traffic accidents.
  

• I hear: The hum of my computer, and smoochy-smoochy sounds on my neck from MW.
  

• I search: For the elusive female ejaculation.
  

• I wonder: If I've lost readers because I'm unemployed.
  

• I regret: Eating beans for supper. Eep.
  

• I love: Foreplay.
  

• I ache: Because I haven't had sex in a while.
  

• I care: About prostitutes.
  

• I always: Wear at least a bit of makeup if I'm going out.
  

• I am not: A neat freak.
  

• I dance: Like a turkey caught in a blender stuck on 'puree'.
  

• I sing: to Alanis Morissettes' 'Jagged Little Pill' when I am feeling emotional.
  

• I do not always: Call as often as I should.
  

• I should not: Be so passive.
  

• I write: When a muse becomes too loud to ignore.
  

• I win: At a lot of trivia games.
  

• I lose: At poker.
  

• I confuse: Some people, I bet.
  

• I listen: To the TV with Closed Captioning on.
  

• I go: Crazy if I don't have an orgasm regularly.
  

• I am happy about: having Sexy sleep with me every night, without fail.
  

Goddamnit!

I really don't mind winter. I prefer the fireplace coziness of winter to the body-odour inducing swelter of summer. However, so far this week we've had THREE blizards. THREE! That means yours truly has been home bound for way too long.

Last night, though, I went over to MW's. We watched Along Came Polly (rented), and it was actually quite good. On the surface, it's a nice romantic comedy, but it has lots of fart and poo jokes, so we both enjoyed it equally.

Has anyone ever heard of the british series called Sin Cities? We saw it Friday night on.. either WTN of Showcase, and it is the funniest show I've ever seen pertaining to sex, I think. The host goes to different cities and takes a look at (and participates in) their sexual culture. In the one we saw, he went to Montreal, where he went on a swinging cruise where a bunch of 'real' (i.e. flabby) people participated in an orgy, and then he went and had a wine enema given by a French transvestite. Very funny shit. No pun intended.

.... before I go on, this, of course, is what a merkin is.

Poor Sexy. Her underside is still bald from her surgery. I thought it would have grown back by now, a month later, but it's still quite white, pasty, and pitiful looking. It is growing back, just slowly. I think she's embarrassed about it, too. Does anyone have any suggestions?

So, right now is one of the few times where I am alone. My parents are both working (and, I assume, stranded in the snow somewhere), and MW went home yesterday. It's nice to be able to sit on the computer, with Sexy at my side, and just dick around for a bit.

I've read most of my regular blogs today. I hadn't done that in a while. I learned that Kim is a former smoker, and Nikki has stopped dancing. Matt has changed over his website, and so has Red.

I wouldn't mind redesigning my website, but I honestly don't know how. I'd love to just hand over some ideas to someone, and they could design it for me. As it is now, I love my blog, but I'd love to get some graphics happening. I'd love to be able to have a graphic in there, but I don't want to get rid of my cool background. Hm.

So, I think it's time to have some lunch. My plans for the day include waiting out the storm, and possibly heading out. It's not very likely though, but I think the solitude will only last so long.

I'm still all hot and bothered by the mini-makeout session I just had with MW in the kitchen. I'm cooking supper tonight (lemon-garlic chicken, with mediterranean pasta.. yum), and we both needed a break.

Today, all in all, has not been my best day. I'm been on the hormonal super-slide today, so I've been, shall we say... unbalanced. It hasn't been fun for anyone, especially me. I've been sympathizing with Sexy today, as I'm sure this was how she felt when she was in heat.

Everything, in general is starting to wear on me. Being home, without work, and seeing my parents and/or MW everyday sometimes makes me feel... threatened. That's not really the right word, but it's better than 'suffocated', which is the only other word that I can think of. It's a big adjustment, going from being isolated, so having constant company. I don't like this, and I'm not happy. I hope this situation doesn't last too much longer.

Oh, so this is my first broadband post! I'm a big fan. It was such a waste to have a new computer on dial-up. It was like driving a Viper in a parking lot. Where's the fun in that? So, feel free to direct me to some nice sites that I might enjoy with my new connection.

Also, if anyone has ever used Pinnacle Studio, I'd love it if you contacted me. We're having problems.

I hate dial-up. I always feel this pressure to GET OFF THE LINE. It's not at all condusive to good blog writing.

So, I will use the tool of all lazy/hurried authors. The bullet.

• I couldn't take the job at the store. They needed someone for days, and I can't promise them that I'll be available for them. A bit of a bummer, but oh well.
  
• MW had an interview in Fredericton, so he rented a vehicle and drove up. It was an Echo. We learned that this particular Echo probably didn't have snow tires, and at one point, we ended up spinning around, and going off the road. Weee.
  
• In light of this, we decided to stay at a hotel for the evening (thanks Vicks!) and left early this morning to drive back, as we both had doctor's appointments.
• My dad has discovered video editing, and wants to go to the computer store after work to buy a bunch of crap for my new computer. I'm not complaining, as long as I can get it when he's done.
  
• I'm dang tired right now, and am annoyed easily.
• We are getting high speed internet, so expect more blogging!
• Taking Vicks advice, I contested a ridiculously high phone bill, and they actually said I didn't have to pay it. Woo.
• After I have that paid, I can start working on my Visa bill. This will mean living with my parents for a little bit longer, but I think I can do it.
• UW gave me half the money I invoiced them for. Yah, yah, I know, but I'd only be hurting myself if I put up a fuss.
• It is time for a nap.
  

And they have High Speed! OoooOoooh.

So, last night I was offered a part time job, and this morning I had to interviews. The first was at a AIDS organization. It is just for an admin assitant job, but it seems pretty cool. I had met one of the interviewers on Halloween. She didn't remember me right away, so I had to explain to her that I was the giant penis. Ha. Good first impression, eh?

I had also worked with the other interviewer before, when I volunteered there for a short amount of time. The interview went well. The only stumbling block was when she asked me three questions in French. The first question went horribly, but I recovered in the last two. I understood everything; I just stumbled a bit on words.

I then dropped up my record of employment to the government, to collect Employment Insurance, if I need it. I then walked to City Hall for the 2nd interview, which was for a very vague, wishy-washy organization for youth. It is housed in the UW offices, which I'm not too keen on, but they contacted me for an interview, after they had told me they weren't going to interview me because I don't have a vehicle. So, either they are getting desperate, or just really like me, despite my lack of wheels. Anyway, it was a short interview, so I'm not really sure what that means.

Now, I have to call "The Store" and see if they will be flexible with my house.

It's nice to be back into the swing of things.

And now the librarian is kicking me out.

Two nights ago, I noticed in the classifieds that local sex boutique was looking to hire (henceforth known has "The Store"). I decided, on a whim, to apply. I figured it would be handy to have a backup, and even if I do get a 'real job', it would be great to be able to supplement my job with something I like to do.

So, I walked into the store early this afternoon to hand in my resume. I talked with the woman who was there, said if I'd wait a few minutes, I could talk to the manager. What luck! So, I waited around, and talked to the woman. We made nice very quickly, and she told me all about the job. The manager got off the phone. She was probably in her late to early 30s. She looked semi professional, and for some reason, I got a strong vibe that she used to be an escort, but maybe I'm reading too many sex blogs.

Anyway, she read my resume, and her whole face just lit up. The more she talked to me, the more excited she got. She then told me I was hands down the best they've seen, and they both thought I was great. I was like "uhm, duh. This is what I do". Ha. She then said that she wanted to call the owner to see if he could meet me. I thought it would be a few days, but he came over in about 10 minutes. So, I got to chat more and more with them, and they both seemed quite nice.

So, he shows up. He was a middle eastern man, who... well, he was the type of guy that looks like he owns a sex store. He wasn't greasy or anything, but he was intimidating, and very to the point. We were all talking around the cash, when another 'applicant' came in. This applicant look like she just got off the bus from Crackton, and wanted to score. Considering her timing, she made me look damn good. So, the guy pulled me aside, and asked me some more questions. He was absolutely astonished that I had a bachelor of arts ("You're an educated lady!"), and he called my resume "sophisticated". He also asked me my age. He said I 'looked young", which, okay, was a bit creepy, but I think he just wanted to make sure I wasn't 18 or something. He also said I had a 'smiley face', which I took as a compliment.

So, I gave them MW's cell phone number, just in case they wanted to reach me. They had already called to offer me the job at both my home number, and the cell by the time I met MW at Starbucks, which was about 20 minutes after I left the store. Woo. :)

What's even better is that I got another suprise interview at 11am, on top of the other interview at 9:30am. Hopefully, I can work it out so that no one minds me working at the other place, but we'll see, right? Anyway, thinks are looking good.

Oh, and by the way? My mom LOVES that I'm working at the store. Ha.

I've spend the last two weeks indulging in every single bad thing there is out there (except for smoking); sitting around watching TV, over eating, having lots of great sex, watching porn, over eating again. It's been great!

But now, it's time to buckle down!

You know what I really hate, though? This mindset our society has for feast then famine, when it comes to this time of year. We indulge, and have a great time, and then everyone beats themselves up for it; join gyms, buy useless equipment, and stick on it for two months, and then quit. It all seems very shallow. Like we missed the point, somehow. I don't know, maybe it's just my family who does this, but judging by the sales of weight equipment at Walmart, I somehow doubt it.

Anyway. I just finished printing off my resume, and will not go to a local sex shop to put in my resume. Somehow, I don't think my parents will approve of this, but, well, they'll just have to. Besides, I'm thinking of just applying for part-time, since I hope that I'll have something more upstanding for a full time gig. I have an interview tomorrow morning, so things should be more clear then.

MW and I have spent, I think, something like 5 full days and nights together. That's 24/7. And it was here, at my parents house. I think this is some kind of triumph. I must say there were times when we both felt restless and anxious and cranky, but we got through it. I think this bodes well for future co-habitation. I also discovered the absolute joy of porn when there is someone else in the room. Most of the porn I've watched has been solo. However, MW and I had a Porn Night the other night, and, well, whew. It was fun. \m/

Last night, I went out with Lisa, and then with Jallepeno. Both were a blast. I will admit to a certain neglect of my female friends since I've been back, so it was nice to spend some time with them. Lisa told me stories of perverts calling her call center (she works for a hotel reservation center), and I realized I'd be better off working at a sex shop, as far as perverts go. Jallepeno and I went to see Ocean's Twelve, and exchanged Christmas gifts. She made these rocking mini-magnets for me, which I will put up, as soon as I have my own fridge.

That's it for now. Sorry, again, for the wimpy posts. I'm desperately trying to find some kind of routine in my life, and it's throwing off my blogging. In my absence, go rent some porn, and think fondly of me.