Well if it isn’t my little rascals. . . So, it’s been a long while since we’ve spoken and I admit that it’s my fault. What is my excuse? I have none, except for the fact that I’ve been possessed by evil demons. Yes, it’s true. They took over my body. I have come to the conclusion that the reason was to reinforce my resolution that dating is evil and not for me. Ahhh. . . you say. Now don’t get me wrong. I love guys. They’re tons of fun. Tons. But anything other than that becomes complicated in a way that just isn’t worth it until they hit thirty. Recently, my friend, Bekks, told me this really great story about her and her guy. A story worthy of movies and books. It ended with something like. . . “And I walked off the plane to surprise him. He was waiting for me asking, “Why are you here? Is something wrong.?” And I said, ‘I just came to tell you ‘I love you. He was almost crying.’’ Truly romantic. My response of course was ‘that’s really awesome. I think I’m going to throw up.’ Now this may seem like a cold response to you, but honestly. . . it’s just a little jealousy coming out. At least I can live vicariously through her. Plus, if I hadn’t thrown that in I wouldn’t have been honest and that just wouldn’t be me. Which brings me to a new phrase which I truly don’t want to hear for the next couple of years. “I have to be honest with you. . . “ I have heard it three times in the last year and each time brought about something I really didn’t want to hear. What does this phrase mean? You weren’t being honest with me every single time you talked to me except for the next following phrase??? Yeesh. . . brings shivers to me. I don’t need brutal honesty. Just honesty. I found out a couple of days ago that my brother and his girlfriend along with her dad are going to the Caribbean during winter break. My mother tells me this. What?? I’m thinking. . . Man, I need a boyfriend. . . . but not because I want a boyfriend. Just so I have someone who says, “Hey, Mary want to come somewhere exotic with me for a week?” Or so that I can have that moment of surprise “I just came to tell you ‘I love you.’” But never fear. . . my dreams of living in a mansion with Adia and having hot guys serve me pina coladas is alive. .. just as my proposal of being wealthy and marrying four or five guys at once . . . Viva la Fantasy! Of course, I have had to give up other dreams. Such as. . .when I was in sixth grade I wanted to be the President. Well as all 12 year old girls I wanted to rule the country just so I could paint the White House black. Unfortunately, that dream was crushed when I was informed that it’s against the Constitution. And my dream of being in the NBA was crushed because. . . well lots of reasons. a) I’m not tall enough b)I’m not a man c) I’m not fast enough d) I keep falling down stairs. I get back from Thanksgiving that Sunday afternoon. I remember thinking briefly that I hadn’t had any bruises for a while. How lucky of me. So the next day I fall down some stairs coming back from class, but never fear I caught the banister. My knees and shins turned a lovely shade of black/ blue. . . fading into a glorious green. Mmmmm. . . .sexy. Tuesday, I’m printing in lithography and I cut my hand on a piece of glass. Friday, I’m coming back from printing all day. I’m exhausted and crossing the street. When I hear “Hey Lady, watch out!” And a car honks. I look to my right and there’s a car headed my way. So I stop. Another guy says, “Lady, watch out.” I look down and I realize. . oh, I’m in the middle of the lane. And being the incredibly intelligent person I am, I step back out of the road; turn to the guy and say ‘Thank you.” And I’m thinking. . . I should probably take a nap. But don’t worry. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Just as long as I make sure I don’t succumb to the cold I think I’m getting until after I finish all my projects. After all, if it wasn’t for my friends and family who come to visit me in Chicago and take me out to dinner, I wouldn’t be writing this today. Thanks to Jan who took me to the Cheesecake Factory tonight so that I could stuff my face with real food. I consumed more calories tonight than I probably have in the last three or four days. So the morale of the story is. . . Say yes to Cheesecake. But. .. See no evil, Hear no evil, and Date no evil. Actually, I have to be honest with you. . . .*shiver* . . . Just say no to crack kids. Chicago is fun. As Jim Carrey would say, “I like it a lot.” But when I see people with t-shirts and a leather coat open walking around at 12 degrees, I think to myself. . . what do these people have in their crack that I don’t have? The Saddest and most Pathetic thing that has happened in what they call the “Windy City” when they should call it the “Crack Capital” is that I actually lost a friend. Something in my twenty years 8 months fourteen days that has never happened before. And I cannot express how tragic that is. One of the funniest, if John’s very sad and pathetic act last night. Which includes him taking frozen bacon out of the freezer and asking my roommate Lesley how to cook it because he’s really hungry. To which he then opens the cupboard to get a glass out and proceeds to leave the bacon in the cupboard. Fortunately, Lesley noticed this. Can you imagine the next day? His roommate decides to have a glass of lemonade, only to find defrosting bacon smelling up his cupboard. Funny, but gross all at the same time. A beautiful mixture. We’ll just say John wasn’t in the clearest frame of mind. But then are any of us? I think all of you should go on a hugging rampage. And if you’re in the neighborhood make sure to victimize me. *massive hugs* ci vediamo -Mare p.s. If any of you know single guys that are intelligent, successful, sexy, funny, tall, and not too full of themselves. . . my number is (***)5**-5422. . . *wink* p.s.s. What exactly do you mean by “picky”?