Cuppy McCupperson

Being an individual doesn't really require that you get used to annoying habits and tendencies. If you don't like drinking milk out of the carton, don't. If you like chewing with your mouth open, do it. But then there are relationships, those things that require two people [simultaneously getting along] to succeed, and well, they are entirely different.

I've learned that inevitably there will be things you or your partner do that makes the other contemplate jumping out of the fourth story window of an entirely hypothetical apartment. And yes-- four you think to yourself, would that be enough?

Personally, I'm just not so perfect, and among other endearing traits, I tend to use about 5 glasses, cups, and/or mugs each day. I also leave all those cups beside my computer in a little line just like baby ducks. Ducks are cute, yes, but apparently I am not.

This is one of those jump-out-of-your-apartment-window-things for my darling boyfriend. So today, when I got home from work I made myself an espresso and opened the cupboard to get myself a small cup. Right then the cosmic forces aligned and a small beacon of light shone down on my desk...directly on the cup I used this morning!!!

So I re-used and perhaps even renewed the love that exists between two people. People who obey the laws of coffee mugs.



If I had to give a name to the past year it would probably be something like: "The Year of Interviews". I have found myself in so many job, landlord, or roommate interviews that I almost think of myself as a commodity now.

Hey people! I'm a quiet roommate, unless you like partying? Because then I'm a good time! Studying you say? Well, I have to hit the books!

Or to the managers out there, I'm responsible and can work on my own AND in a group! Outgoing? Of course. Focused? You bet!

It's come to the point where I just wanna walk in and say:

Brown hair, sarcastic, hard-working for the most part, will make fun of you behind your back (and am exceptional at impressions), passive aggressive and will probably just bend my schedule around yours. Will occasionally lose sleep due to stress.

Either that or: You want? You buy.



Last night at work I did a terrible thing. In my haste to get out of the damn place --rushing around to close everything up-- I forgot one very important thing. Was it quality, Carmen, you ask? No no, I certainly did not forget quality. Even worse my friends, I forgot my phone.

It's not like I had nightmares last night focusing on the separation anxiety, or like I've been having trouble telling the time without out it. Gah, no!

But maybe, just maybe, I've been a bit worried. Worried for its safety, its well-being, HIS happiness. And so, like any good guardian I sent my emails and left my phone messages to ensure a safe sleepover.

Because when I comes down to it, that samsung isn't just a phone. He's my best friend.