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# of Cigarettes somked today: 0 Hooray!

# of Calories consumed before noon: let's not talk about it: sausage, eggs, toast, peanut butter cup, fish tacos, chips, etc...

Last time I updated my online journal: almost 3 months ago! Someone spank me!

Would you believe that not too long ago I used to write in one of these things religiously every day?? Of course, at that time I was a single college student with nothing to do but study, date men whom I met online, and drink my liver in to sorosis every weekend. Now, I have a real job (if you can call watching porn a real job) and I have responsibilities I have to attend to: like feeing my 2 dogs, or making sure my cat has water. Stuffing my face with Mexican food is on that list too, but I'm choosing not to dwell on that right now. I ate like a piggy today. So much for my 2 mile speed-walk at the gym yesterday. I just effed it all up right now. But it's not really my fault. TC slept on the couch last night--no, not because we got in a fight. He lied down to watch some of the Military Channel and passed out. Yeah, that usually happens to me too. Anyway, when I woke up at 6am to get ready for work, he felt so bad that he made me maple breakfast sausage, fried eggs and toast. I actually felt amazing after that big breakfast, but I should have skipped my two taco and beans lunch. Now I feel like a tub of lard. Why didn't I listen to Ian? “Breakfast like a King, lunch like a prince and dinner like a pauper.”

So, I have a new job. Here’s what happened: about 5 weeks ago I was laid off at Playboy Radio. Pretty shitty, huh? I’d been there for a couple of years. Anyway, that same week I secured an interview with another company, and now I’m their marketing coordinator. A little different from the radio gigs I’ve been doing for the last few years, but certainly nothing that I can’t handle. In fact, I think I’m pretty good at it so far. Anyway, I write all their press releases, coordinate advertising campaigns, etc. It’s kind of fun actually. And I get to really hone in on my type-A personality and spend a lot of time organizing how we market a film, which I like to do. Oh, did I mention that I’m still watching a lot of porn for work? Yeah, fortunately that hasn’t changed.

So here’s some exciting news: I leave in 3 days for Paris. That’s right! The City of Lights here I come! I’m taking myself for my twenty---- th birthday. I haven’t been back in almost 6 years. The last time I was there my boyfriend at the time decided to pay me a visit and ended up breaking up with me his first day there. I could have killed him! Oh, what that did for my self esteem. I was foolish enough too to stay with him for the rest of the week, but I guess at the time I figured, ‘why not enjoy the week for what it is and when he leaves it’ll be all over.’ I was a wreck though. I can remember going to class the day he left and crying next to this really cute boy I had a crush on. I remember he looked over at me, I made eye contact with him, and then I just totally lost my shit. But life happens, and I’ve learned from that mistake. This time, I’m going alone and my best friend in the whole wide world (who happens to be female) is going to meet me there. Now this will be a trip to remember. Oh, the mischief we’re going to get ourselves in to. I’m going to attempt to do a daily journal while I’m there, so definitely make sure to check back and read up on our adventures. Oh, and don’t be surprised if I never come home. If I can find a way to make a living there in the week that I have, then I’ll stay. So, we’ll see…

The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American. It is more fun for an intelligent person to live in an intelligent country. France has the only two things toward which we drift as we grow older—intelligence and good manners.

~F. Scott Fitzgerald~