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Declaration of a Single Girl:  I, Shenae, being of logical and sound mind, and not to mention, kick-ass body, will hereby execute the following decree. And since all men are not created equal and the ones that are equal are married, gay or dead, I have nothing else better to do. Ahem! I will not give any man my number. I will cherish the fact that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.  I will always be the third wheel or the fifth wheel and like it.  I will achieve all the things I have wanted to do, by myself. I will not go to bars or clubs. I will prefer knitting instead of sex. And most of all,  I will look forward to dying as a spinster in a house full of cats that I call “my babies.”

I am back from a refreshing trip to NY.  I miss NY.  My grandfather is in better spirits and is in a nice rehab home in Queens. He eats better than me!  I hung out at Jimmy’s Bronx Cafe with my mom and uncle.  We drank mojitos and stuffed ourselves with seafood.  It was a good time.  Then I came home to the hectic schedule of two jobs and no life.  I did hit the bar with Tina and Dennis on Sunday night, but I was in bed by 11pm.  By the way,  I did get a place that is near me and the rent is way cheaper.  I move in on November 10th.

In case you haven’t noticed, I have been working at both jobs every day this week.  I had a choice of posting or sleeping, so I chose sleeping. I am surviving on lots of caffeine, water and fast food.  And yes, my house is a mess.  My friend Tina bought me gifts from Nawlins, I mean New Orleans.  She gave me a little book of recipes and a pot holder.  She also got me a voodoo doll to vent my frustrations.  Very appropriate.  I am going to NY this weekend to visit my grandfather in the hospital.  I am sure you all will miss me.

I love Old Navy. I just got my order today. I love ribbed turtleneck sweaters and little tees. I look good in them. I am going to a happy hour at Geckos tonight. It’s because some people want to get out, but I am going to celebrate my kick ass review and raise. Oh yeah, I am in another tax bracket, baby! And yes, I will be sporting some of the new threads tonight.

I had a very relaxing and organized weekend.  Friday night, I went food shopping and saved eight dollars in coupons.  I made some crab cakes and watched the movie A Knight’s Tale.  On Saturday, I vacuumed, mopped the kitchen floor, did a tremendous amount of laundry, organized my kitchen cabinets, cleaned the bathroom and changed the cat litter box.  I went to Blockbuster and picked up the movie Chocolat.  And my next door neighbor lent me Bridget Jones, so I watched that too.  Do you know what was really cool?  I was wearing my cute little tank and my cute drawstring “after work” pants from the Gap.  So of course I answer the door in them.  The pizza man was drooling.  I looked cuter than Meg Ryan in Sleepless in Seattle and way cuter than Kirsten Dunst in Bring It On.  Yeah, I guess not wearing a bra helps the look.  But I digress…I saw an excellent movie tonight. In fact, I won free passes to it.  I went alone.  That’s another sad factor in my life.  But anyway, it’s called My First Mister.  Lelee Sobieski and Albert Brooks are in it.  Fabulous movie.  You have to see it.

I had a choice between figuring out what I want to do about the housing situation or post.  I attempted to figure out what I am going to do, since I did not get approved for the loan, but that is not working.  In fact, I get sad and upset just thinking about it.  No more Money Pit for me.  No fabulous 1900 square foot pristine carriage house for me.  Yep, I am still getting screwed in taxes by the IRS.  So I have a choice of staying where I am or moving to a place with roommates.  Ah yes, roommates. Everyone that I had in the past has taken things from me. Like food, clothes and men.  Therefore, I should look to male roommates.  Hmmm.  Interesting thought.  Well, that is where I am at right now.  Yeah it sucks.

I have been cleaning my house slowly but surely for the last few days. Did you know I was a slob? Oh yeah, big time. I just have to mop, clean my tub, do yet more laundry, vacuum my bedroom, and go through the piles of mail I have stacked in the living room. It’s a process that I do every few weeks because I let things slide. Since I started the second job, these few weeks have grown longer and longer. Don’t worry, I will still have time to bake cookies! I have been conversing with Brian about the lack of time thing and the creativity thing. He doesn’t know how talented he is and he suffers from my fear of running out of ideas. Sometimes we all just need reassurance. In other news, I agree with Brooklyn Kid in that not everyone is getting more sex after the terrorist attacks.