I hate it when i...

...run into someone i friended on myspace/FB and i dont really know them but they think they know me and it makes for a very awkward eye contact/pause/just kidding keep moving moment. If this has never happened to you, Congratulations. You've avoided one of those rare (why did i wake up late and yet HAVE to have a cup of joe, making my trip 15 minutes later in the morning than usual) super cool moments of Adulthood.

Because first off, the eye contact is accidental, and then you realize they're looking back at you, and then you think for about 3 seconds 'do i know him/her? does he know me? god where do i know...OHHHHHHH...dammit" and now it's 3.5 seconds into the eye contact and you quickly divert your eyes because a Friend Request accept is clearly not the same thing as an in-person, 2-way street, introduction. I'm the kind of person who rejects 95% of friend requests from strangers, too. Commenting on my friends' wall, for example, is not an invitation for you to "Friend" me, for what, to say 'yo.. nice comment.. what's up' And the remaining 5% seem perfectly harmless to add because 1) I am taken and pics of boyfriend and blog posts of relationship are enough evidence...and 2) I never think i'll actually SEE them around town!!!

There is absolutely no way to get around this awkwardness other than to hope they're still not staring when you grab your latte and bolt through the emergency exit. And if they still think it's ok to email on myspace/FB later and say 'hey, was that you I ran into at starbucks?' then, you know, probably safe to just reject all 100% of strangers to save yourself from any of the above mentioned awkward occurances and then you'll never have to forfeit your favorite coffee shop with the only barista in town who knows how to properly steam soymilk.

I enjoy...

...when women change their names when they get married. Don't know why, but hyphenated names kill me. maybe cause i grew up w/ a stepmother who already had a daughter and when she married my father, didnt wanna change her last name from her other married name, which was also my stepsisters last name. so she hyphenated, and sometime shortly before my sister married (and took her husbands name) my mom dropped the old married name and kept ours. I think that's why in my mind, i believe keeping your old name is to somewhat 'reject' your new life, to have one foot over the threshold and the other firmly planted on the old trusty doormat.
not that im in love with my boyfriend's last name. it's very two-syllable english/scottish/bland. mine is three syllable sing-songy to match my three syllable unique first name which when people hear it requires them to hold their breath for a satisfying closer. my last name, all but cinches the deal like a note to end a song. Like the familiar trumpets at the end of a mariachi song. You expect it, you welcome it, you love it.
Of course it'll be difficult to give up my last name one day. So I've long ago accepted that I will throw out my middle name (as much as I adore it), shove over my last name in its place, and be happy that I got away with a non-hyphenated name change. Is that bending the rules? Probably. I definitely see nothing wrong with hanging onto the name and hiding it with an initial. I'm Latin, people, to adopt an English name will be like lobbing off my arm and replacing it with a prosthetic. And they don't make brown prosthetics. Well maybe they do, but no doubt it just wouldn't feel the same.
But I do love this man, and should he become my husband some day, I would be honored to take his name and scootch my own to the backseat. A silent G. to anchor my name but allow the first and new last name to be my identity. No one will even notice. It can be our little secret.

Disturbing? You be the judge.

Maybe its being home alone for 5 days that's got me sketched out at everything. Noises. My dogs bark and I jump out of my skin. Blinds open. I need some light but the scary creepy men outside are checking me out! They must know i'm alone! Even TV... the MOST disturbing season finale i've ever seen - private practice - where 45 week pregnant violet gets drugged by her psychotic and dellusional patient who is about to CUT her baby out of her uterus and the show ends. Just like that. Yeah didn't sleep a wink! No I'm not pregnant, but could you imagine if i was?! it was bad enough I had dreams about labor and scalpels but thankfully woke up and just had hunger pangs.

I seriously cannot get that episode out of my head. There's a reason I don't watch scary movies. I really hate being scared! I dont get an adrenaline rush and then go back for more. NO. I get pissed off and want to slap someone. So why would one of my fave TV shows that I'm truly loyal to (no matter how overly dramatic the plot lines are) go and do to that to me. WHYYYY.

My first thought upon crawling into bed (after trying to kill some mosquito eater thing that I was convinced would crawl into my ear while i was sleeping and leave its eggs... Yes, it was too big to fit in my ear, but you never know.) was Thank God i'm sleeping at my friends' place tomorrow... screw this sleeping alone in scary dark mosquito eating dweller apt and its peeping toms. I'm outta here!