<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:04:08.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Fabulous</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm young, single, sexy, and ready to dish!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-7985114684723813358</id><published>2007-05-03T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:33:37.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boyfriend has left for Rhode Island....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left Wednesday morning. I really held it together, surprisingly, since last time he left for a long time I was depressed for a week. I guess I just have gotten used to the fact that he is a traveller and to get his career started he has to leave for months at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after his departure on Wednesday, I did receive my phone I ordered. I have always LOVED the &lt;a href="http://www.sidekick.com/"&gt;Sidekick&lt;/a&gt; phones, so I went ahead and got one. I'm sooo excited about it but I am still trying to figure out all the little things about it. It's definitely keeping me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day at work! &lt;strong&gt;THERE IS A GOD! &lt;/strong&gt;I am so excited to be finally leaving this place and starting somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I will be getting my wisdom teeth removed...YIKES! Kind of nervous but then again, not really. I do look forward to just sleeping a lot! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad for all of my shows to be ending. What the hell am I going to watch now??? I don't know if anyone has been watching The Bachelor but Bevin really works my last nerve. If she complains or cries about anything else, I...well I don't know what I'd do...all I know is that she needs to get it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-7985114684723813358?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7985114684723813358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=7985114684723813358' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7985114684723813358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7985114684723813358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/05/boyfriend-has-left-for-rhode-island.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-6760579361213065120</id><published>2007-04-27T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:32:36.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over It</title><content type='html'>The concert was great!! I had soo much fun! Only thing that I wish The Fray did more was engage the crowd. There wasn't a whole lot of that. Oh well. I still had a blast though!I could not bring my camera in, so I did not get to take any photos of the event...POO on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday gave me&lt;strong&gt; ANOTHER&lt;/strong&gt; reason why I should (and I am) leave my job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason number 5941641258054554874518426485184957841:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss's boss, Karen, comes in yesterday to give us all our pay stubs. She comes up to my desk and starts looking through the pile for mine. She looks at me and says &lt;em&gt;"You're Jillian, right??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at her with the "you are such a dumb b*tch" look and said &lt;em&gt;"uhhh no...it's Tasha."&lt;/em&gt; She responds with &lt;em&gt;"Ohh yeahhh..."&lt;/em&gt; The thing that pisses me off the most about that is that I've been working in this department since December and I've worked on projects for her AND SHE STILL DOESN'T KNOW MY NAME?!?!?!?! &lt;strong&gt;WTF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being that was sooo unprofessional of her, I am going to start being unprofessional as well and say "F-it! I am not doing crap this last week that I am here." I am so over this place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-6760579361213065120?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6760579361213065120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=6760579361213065120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6760579361213065120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6760579361213065120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/04/over-it.html' title='Over It'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-7472446486896575174</id><published>2007-04-25T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:22:44.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's First Concert</title><content type='html'>That's right folks! I have NEVER been to a concert in all my 23 (almost 24) years of life. Tonight, Boyfriend, Shawn, and I, along with some other friends, are going to see The Fray in concert. I am totally pumped about this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1...I'm about to join the concert goers club. Everytime I tell people I have never been to a concert, they gasp and say "OMG! You've never been?!!? I've been to (insert number of concerts here)!" I get this EVERY time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2...I have found a band that I don't mind having to listen to from beginning to end. I LOVE The Fray's CD and I'm sure this concert will be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3...Boyfriend and I will get to do something together that I have never experienced before, especially right before he leaves for Rhode Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely post pics of the event!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-7472446486896575174?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7472446486896575174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=7472446486896575174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7472446486896575174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7472446486896575174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/04/babys-first-concert.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Concert'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-3517122196519085655</id><published>2007-04-24T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:19:19.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Free Woman</title><content type='html'>I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo!!! After all the job searching and praying to find something, Iit's finally happened! You can't imagine how excited I am! I am finally going to be free of this hell hole in 2 weeks! I start on May 14th. The company and the people I'll be working for are great and I know this job is going to direct my career in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other GOOD news, Shawn and I finally found a place for us to live. We're really excited and I am mostly excited that there will be a yard for Sassy to play in. So we'll be living on "Wisteria Lane" in a month and a half! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-3517122196519085655?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3517122196519085655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=3517122196519085655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/3517122196519085655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/3517122196519085655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/04/free-woman.html' title='A Free Woman'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-4567633699896677638</id><published>2007-04-20T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:58.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Open Toed Shoe Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mom sent me this email and I thought I would share with you all. It's definitely a pledge EVERY woman should make right before sandal season. Honestly, this pledge should be made year round...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Open Toed Shoe Pledge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of the Cute Girl Sisterhood, I pledge to follow the Rules when wearing sandals and other open-toe shoes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will shave the hairs off my big toe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother, sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a strap breaks, I won't duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back into place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it.&lt;br /&gt;I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr. Scholl's if my feet need him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids' sizes. This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes are as long as my fingers and no sandal makes creepy feet look good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will promise if I wear flip flops that I will ensure that they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear... nothing is tackier than dirty white sandals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055527224538449122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RijXObLuROI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D0LxNTH6eWM/s320/heels+of+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(What's even worse is that I actually KNOW a girl from my previous office that has feet like this....:::Gag::::)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-4567633699896677638?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4567633699896677638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=4567633699896677638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/4567633699896677638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/4567633699896677638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/04/open-toed-shoe-pledge.html' title='The Open Toed Shoe Pledge'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RijXObLuROI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D0LxNTH6eWM/s72-c/heels+of+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-6938582149367161657</id><published>2007-04-19T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T10:29:19.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>Ever had a friend that always seems to be in competition with you? It's never been spoken about but you just know that deep inside, the person is trying their hardest to come up on top. I know a few people that are like this. I don't understand the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found people to compete over friends, material things (i.e. clothes, purses, make up, etc.), family members, boyfriends, and the list goes on and on. Who cares what you're mom said about this and about that. It doesn't necessarily mean it's right. Who cares if your child went to this college over that college? I don't see what the point in all that unnecessary drama. Can someone tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I find that someone is trying to compete with me about something, I just roll my eyes and laugh inside. It's almost flattering you're THAT jealous I have something going on that you might not, but seriously, what grade are we in? I don't care what you have and if you have something I like, I am going to compliment you. Unless you are fishing for a compliment. I can't stand when people expect you to compliment them...when they do I just ignore it and never dish it out. I will give you a compliment because I WANT to give you one, not because YOU want me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic at hand, do you have a friend who is always trying to compete with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-6938582149367161657?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6938582149367161657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=6938582149367161657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6938582149367161657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6938582149367161657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/04/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-6597214495581354385</id><published>2007-04-17T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:58.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Thoughts are With You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RiTpg_C6CKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rlr2owTgpWY/s1600-h/V+tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054421434705250466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RiTpg_C6CKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rlr2owTgpWY/s320/V+tech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just in shock to what happened yesterday at Virginia Tech. Why would someone take innocent lives? It is just so horrific and scary. My thoughts go out to all the families and friends of the students and teachers who lost their lives yesterday. Makes you really think about what is really important in life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-6597214495581354385?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6597214495581354385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=6597214495581354385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6597214495581354385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6597214495581354385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-thoughts-are-with-you.html' title='Our Thoughts are With You...'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RiTpg_C6CKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rlr2owTgpWY/s72-c/V+tech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-7304597492946228368</id><published>2007-04-16T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:58.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Ex---Part 2</title><content type='html'>So I decided not to call up the Ex about contacting my family because I didn't want the unnecessary drama that came along with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom calls me Thursday and says "Hey, you should call Ex's mom because the grandma died this week and it would be nice of you to just call her and express your condolences." I'm like "Uhhh...ok." I mean I did spend 2 years with this guy and really became close to his family. So I think '&lt;em&gt;Ok no harm in just calling her up real quick...I won't have to talk to him anyways.' &lt;/em&gt;Then I remember that I no longer have her number and that I would need to call Ex up to get it. I'm dreading this and so it takes me a day before I do it. I really didn't want to speak to him. Here goes the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me (in a monotoned voice): Hey Ex! It's Tasha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex (sounding WAY too excited): Heyyyy Tasha! How are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I'm fine. Hey, I heard about Mother (that's what we called her)...sorry to hear about your loss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex: Thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I interrupt him before he can say anything else)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Can I have your mom's number so I can give her a call? I don't have her number anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex (probably irritated that I wouldn't let him say anything else): Uhhh sure.. it's ____.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Thanks! Take care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Click!) I did NOT want to have a conversation with him obviously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called his mom and probably talked to her for like 15-20 minutes. We just caught up on things and then she proceeds to throw in Ex's name in there. She tells me how he's a changed person and he still talks about me all the time. She then proceeds to ask if I have a boyfriend now. Of course, I tell her yes and I could just hear the disappoint in her voice. Honestly, it's good to hear that he has changed his life for the better but he put me through so much crap and nothing that's said now can change the way I will forever feel about that relationship. I don't forget things. I have a boyfriend now who treats me the way I have always (and should) dreamed of being treated. Why take a step backwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, Ex texts me and says it was good to hear from me and he hopes I am doing well. I didn't want to be bitchy and not respond, so I send a text back saying it was good to hear he was doing well and to take care. OK when someone says "take care" that usually means the conversation is OVER....well, not to the Ex. He sends a text again a few hours later and asks if I can accept pictures on my phone. I reply with a simple "Yes." I go to work that night at Champps and when I get off at 12 a.m. I have a pic of my phone of his 2 dogs that I knew when they were puppies. I send a text back that says "Wow, they are big now! have a good night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN, he should have known that was the end of the texting. Nope! At this point, I am regretting ever replying to the first text! He sends another text asking what I am doing. I reply that I just got home from work. He probably sends 2 more texts after that one saying little inside jokes we used to have when we were together. I finally just start ignoring him. This is going way too far and he is trying to pull me back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which is Saturday, I go to Fayetteville to see my mom and catch up with a friend. He sends me a new text around lunchtime asking if I had 2 jobs. I replied "Yes" and he replies back and asks what I am doing. Throughout the day, he keeps sending texts with more inside jokes from the time we were together. I just ignore. Why is he doing this??? I am so irritated at this point and want to kick myself for ever responding to any of the texts. He is trying his hardest to pull me back in by bringing up the good memories we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend is gone to South Carolina this whole time to work for a golf tournament in Hilton Head. I didn't tell him about any of the messages Ex sent me because I didn't get enough time to speak with him while he's been gone. Boyfriend comes back today, so I will be able to get his undivided attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to tell him about it all because I don't ever keep anything from Boyfriend. But I also kind of feel like I should leave it alone because there is nothing there, especially on my end. But then I feel like if I don't tell Boyfriend about it, I am hiding it from him or something. Uggghh what's a girl to do?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054028501032241298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RiOEJPC6CJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qZYUpSpCmIk/s320/stressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-7304597492946228368?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7304597492946228368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=7304597492946228368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7304597492946228368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7304597492946228368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/04/case-of-ex-part-2.html' title='Case of the Ex---Part 2'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RiOEJPC6CJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qZYUpSpCmIk/s72-c/stressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-7916816889180681283</id><published>2007-04-13T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:10:35.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know...it's been a hot minute since I've posted. I could lie and say "Gosh I have just been so busy" or something along those lines....but honestly, I have had a case of writer's block. I have nothing interesting going on and life has been pretty boring. I have been sick for the past few days and I am hating all the freaking pollen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work still sucks BUT....I do have a second interview next week! I'm crossing my fingers that this is my ticket out of hell! We shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting closer to the time that Boyfriend leaves for Rhode Island. Uggghh I don't want him to go (I'm just being selfish) but I am happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I know this post sucks but I'm just letting you know I'm still alive. Hopefully, I can get out of this funk and have more interesting things to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-7916816889180681283?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7916816889180681283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=7916816889180681283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7916816889180681283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7916816889180681283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-5928821009407000805</id><published>2007-03-30T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:31:44.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Ex</title><content type='html'>I called my mom today to update her on the job hunting and she goes "OH! Guess who called today asking about you?" Sometimes I hate when people say "Guess who....such and such" because I don't know WHO it could be. JUST TELL ME! I usually end up being wrong so what was the whole point me guessing. Anyway, of course, I say "Ummmm I don't know...who?" She responds with "EX" (we shall keep him nameless because he's not someone I would ever blog about again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said he called just to see how she was doing and to ask about me. He asked if I was still dating Boyfriend and if I was ever in town to call him and we could "talk." Ummmm NO THANKS! Of course, Mom told him I was doing great and that, yes, I still was with Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really bugs me is that Mom told me he calls her frequently just to say hi and see how things are. Why does he feel the need to do that?! We're no longer together (btw, which was all his fault) and so he no longer has ties to my family. I don't go calling his mother. We've been broken up for a long time now. Mom thinks he is still in love with me and that he is just so lonely. Not my problem! He should of thought about that when he was (supposedly) cheating on me and being an absolute drunk. He pushed me away....he became the jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean is it just me or would that not bother you? I have not talked to him since the breakup and I almost want to call him up to tell him to stop contacting my mother, father, aunt, sister, and grandmother. (I'm not even joking...he really does contact all those people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-5928821009407000805?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5928821009407000805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=5928821009407000805' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5928821009407000805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5928821009407000805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/case-of-ex.html' title='Case of the Ex'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-9152082755961841737</id><published>2007-03-29T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T12:27:57.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Get a New Job? Yes, yes I should!</title><content type='html'>I found this quiz and decided to share it with you folks. Doesn't need much explaining on my end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Job Satisfaction Level: 32%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/shouldyougetanewjobquiz/job-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job is definitely a bummer, and you probably should get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you know what's getting you down.&lt;br /&gt;Is it your co-workers? The work environment? Your boss?&lt;br /&gt;Getting a new job is important, but so is not repeating the same mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyougetanewjobquiz/"&gt;Should You Get a New Job?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-9152082755961841737?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9152082755961841737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=9152082755961841737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/9152082755961841737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/9152082755961841737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/should-i-get-new-job-yes-yes-i-should.html' title='Should I Get a New Job? Yes, yes I should!'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-7368472072222539183</id><published>2007-03-28T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:00:26.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this is "wedding season" and I am at that age where a majority of my friends are settling down and making the big leap. I have a friend now is getting married the first week in May. I have her bachelorette party and bridal shower coming up. I don't really know wedding ettiquette but do I bring the wedding gift to the bridal shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received a bridal shower invite for this girl who worked at my old office. I hardly speak to her and I'm not even invited to the wedding, so why would I spend my hard earned money on a gift?!!? It's almost as if she wanted to hold a shower to get more gifts out of people. Being just a lil greedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this post is a little boring. There isn't much going on this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-7368472072222539183?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7368472072222539183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=7368472072222539183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7368472072222539183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/7368472072222539183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-this-is-wedding-season-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-1514914355374090248</id><published>2007-03-27T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:59.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants and Raves</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Update on my interview:&lt;/strong&gt; So my interview went really well and I am pretty impressed with the company. My interviewer was really nice as well. She told me they would be calling me sometime this week to schedule a second interview. Yay! Hopefully if all goes well, I shall be loving my new postion by this time next month. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEWARE!!&lt;/span&gt; Major venting coming up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the radio! I have been at work for 2 1/2 hours now and I have heard the same songs at least 4 to 5 times. I had this same problem with XM radio (plus commercials...) in my car, so I cancelled it. Now at work, I am about to staple my ears shut. I'm tired of hearing how Gwen wants to escape, tired of hearing how Beyonce can replace her man, tired of hearing John Mayer waiting for the world to change, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand my job and the majority of the people that work here! It's Tue&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgkvecSmvUI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wgz3MWhqBBk/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046617057482161474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgkvecSmvUI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wgz3MWhqBBk/s320/angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sday and we've already ran out of work for the week! So I am pretty much going to be sitting here doing NOTHING! There is only sooo much I can look at on the internet. And I can't really do that because everyone in this office is SOOO nosey, especially the old farts that work here. I'm tired of being one of two people here who do any work if there is some. I get so heated when I am busting my ass to get the work done, and everyone else is walking around chit-chatting. One of these days....one of these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the work week! I think I might just run for President and the first order of business would be to change the work week from Monday-Thursday. Monday would also be a half day (office hours starting at 10 am instead of 8 am) and Thursday also being half a day (office hours to end at 2 pm or 3 pm.) THAT would be nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, I am cranky (and still sleepy) today. Sorry folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I am going with Shawn to look at houses. I'm excited because now that I am old, I like looking at places. I remember being dragged by my parents to this event called Parade of Homes every year and I would hate it. Not so much anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Shawn, I have been bugging both Shawn and Jessica to post more. Sorry guys! Guess you'll be listening to more of my rants than theirs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-1514914355374090248?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1514914355374090248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=1514914355374090248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/1514914355374090248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/1514914355374090248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/rants-and-raves.html' title='Rants and Raves'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgkvecSmvUI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wgz3MWhqBBk/s72-c/angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-602527155041308763</id><published>2007-03-22T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:59.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Always About You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgK8Sq72tqI/AAAAAAAAADg/J9WGQpJmmWU/s1600-h/talking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044801561557382818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgK8Sq72tqI/AAAAAAAAADg/J9WGQpJmmWU/s320/talking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't stand when you're talking to someone about a problem/situation that is going on in your life and for some reason, they always find a way to bring it back to them. HELLO!! I need to you to listen to ME right now! I am not invisible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a friend has an issue, I give them my undivided attention and try to offer some encouraging advice or whatever. If you want to vent, fine! I am here. You want to cry, I'm here for that too. You want someone to agree with you, hell, I'll help you with that too. But I expect the same courtesy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment, I do not want to hear about your boyfriend issues, roommate drama, etc. I need you to shut up, listen, and be a friend. Obviously, I am telling you what's going on with me because I trust you and care to hear what you think. However, if you keep being self-absorbed I might just have to discontinue any conversations with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. One more thing that I want to b*tch about....WHY THE HELL IS SANJAYA STILL ON AMERICAN IDOL!?!?!?!? Grrrrrr! He is soooo horrible!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-602527155041308763?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/602527155041308763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=602527155041308763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/602527155041308763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/602527155041308763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-not-always-about-you.html' title='It&apos;s Not Always About You!'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgK8Sq72tqI/AAAAAAAAADg/J9WGQpJmmWU/s72-c/talking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-5853319946956765600</id><published>2007-03-21T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:59.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgF_mK72tnI/AAAAAAAAADI/5E1DG5wtPMg/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044453351378826866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgF_mK72tnI/AAAAAAAAADI/5E1DG5wtPMg/s320/sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfriend has been feeling sick the past few days. Of course, being the caring girlfriend that I am, I try to nurse him even if I am an hour and a half away. Now Boyfriend HATES to take any kind of medication. He would rather be sick as a dog for days than take anything. He thinks taking medication is for the weak. Personally for me, I would rather suck it up (I loathe the taste of medicine), take it, and start feeling better. I finally convinced him to take some NyQuil and he drinks the whole bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do guys feel like they always have to be tough? It's not like I am going to think any less of Boyfriend if he takes medication. I know he's strong and a "tough guy." I know he can protect me if someone tries to hurt me. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says he's still not feeling well and refuses to go to the doctor. He says he'll just get better in a few days. It's so frustrating and it's like talking to a wall. He just doesn't want to hear any advice Nurse Tasha is trying to give him. At least I won't be seeing him anytime soon, so I will be in the clear of germs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-5853319946956765600?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5853319946956765600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=5853319946956765600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5853319946956765600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5853319946956765600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/boyfriend-has-been-feeling-sick-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgF_mK72tnI/AAAAAAAAADI/5E1DG5wtPMg/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-6463054489857551956</id><published>2007-03-20T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:59.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>Yay! So I got a call from one of the companies I applied to. My interview is this Friday! I am way excited. I don't want to talk about it too much, for I don't want to jinx it. I could be on my way up the corporate ladder...hahaha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044077992711992914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgAqNa72tlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6rXpXtOSYv0/s320/job.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So I have been super bored and now very sleepy at work today. Yesterday, the same thing. I was looking up things I would want for my birthday and I have decided to tell Boyfriend to get me this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044078301949638242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgAqfa72tmI/AAAAAAAAADA/hZFACZlNtMI/s320/chanel+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My birthday isn't until July so he has time to save some moo-lah...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what I get...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-6463054489857551956?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6463054489857551956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=6463054489857551956' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6463054489857551956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6463054489857551956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RgAqNa72tlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6rXpXtOSYv0/s72-c/job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-5055164049227159746</id><published>2007-03-19T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:59.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Yourself?</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went down to Fayetteville to see Boyfriend and attend a baby shower. It was nice. We had dinner Saturday night and of course, celebrated the Irish in him afterwards. Sunday afternoon was a friend's baby shower. It was really good to catch up and see everyone I used to work and hang out with. Definitely got the scoop on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyfriend has 2 roommates and they both had visitors down this weekend as well. One roommate, I shall call him Potter (no lie, he looks like Harry Potter without the glasses), had his girlfriend down from Massachusetts. I shall call her The Witch. This chick is 18 or 19 years old (I don't care to talk to her to know her actual age) and she has to be one of the most jealous and insecure girls out there. I don't know why because Potter seems to be all about her and they've been together for 4 or 5 years now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, she was down this weekend. The thing I don't get is why Potter seems to change when she's around or when she calls. This whole weekend Potter did not utter a word to Boyfriend, me, or their other roommate, SouthernBoy. Luckily, SouthernBoy had a friend from home come and visit him or I'd feel bad for him being a third wheel in his own place. Since The Witch does not get along with any of Potter's roommates, he can't speak to them either. It's ridiculous. Potter can't even speak to me because at one point, she thought something was going on with me and him. How crazy is that right?! Like she really thinks when Boyfriend is asleep, I sneak out and crawl into bed with Potter. Come on now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I thought maybe it was just that she was young and dumb, but then I decided that she will probably always be that way. I honestly don't think she knows her boyfriend at all. When she's not around, he is a completely different person. He's having fun, laughing, joking, etc. He sometimes has to lie as to where he is going just to be able to hang out with his friends. If he does tell her what he is doing, she gets mad at him if she doesn't want him to do it. Why would anyone want to be with someone who they can't be themselves around? She is ruining his college experience and not letting him live his life. And you're probably asking yourself, 'why doesn't he just end things with her?' Honestly, I don't even have an answer to that question. He's already told us that he never going to marry her. So why be together? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043662846587456018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/Rf6wovGuShI/AAAAAAAAACw/46eQqJ3pdHc/s320/jealous.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I just don't get why someone would want to lose themselves in a relationship. Relationships are about enjoying each others' company, interests, and growing together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-5055164049227159746?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5055164049227159746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=5055164049227159746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5055164049227159746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5055164049227159746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/losing-yourself.html' title='Losing Yourself?'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/Rf6wovGuShI/AAAAAAAAACw/46eQqJ3pdHc/s72-c/jealous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-5580657671307652997</id><published>2007-03-15T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:49:59.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Cakes &amp; McNasty</title><content type='html'>So I have this girl on my AIM buddy list who ALWAYS feels the need to tell us every single little thing she is doing at every moment. i.e. "shower, getting ready, heading to pick up so-and-so, errands, lunch, tanning bed, gym, work, be home around 10, bedtime..." THAT kind of thing...and I know you're thinking 'Well don't read her away messages' BUT I can't help it. It's almost like what is she going to write today. Recently, she had a away message up that about made me want to gag. I don't want to tell what was written for the simple fact that I do not know who reads this blog. Got to protect the crazy, you know. Just know that her away message was TMI times a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, remember &lt;a href="http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-what-i-want-to-know.html"&gt;Miss Davis&lt;/a&gt;? I am sure you do; who could forget. So Miss Davis' core hours are 7-3:30 p.m. This chick comes rolling in BEHIND me at 8 a.m. She proceeds to tell us the reason why is because her (new) man was in town and "made" her late. She also had a smirk along with that comment. ::GAG::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfmOxPGuSgI/AAAAAAAAACo/rb-NEg2oaSU/s1600-h/vomit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042218234337446402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfmOxPGuSgI/AAAAAAAAACo/rb-NEg2oaSU/s320/vomit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she tells us she could never live with him because she'd never be able to make it to work on time. Smirked again. :::GAGGED AGAIN::: Miss Davis also goes home today to "have lunch" with him. She comes back with her hair all different. Hmmm interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am all about getting yours, but does she really have to be so disgusting. It also does not help that she is so ugly. Mean, I know. But hey, it's my post and I can say whatever I want! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. Totally unrelated, but I am WAY excited for Grey's Anatomy tonight! I hate when they run re-runs for 2 weeks and make you wait!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-5580657671307652997?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5580657671307652997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=5580657671307652997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5580657671307652997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5580657671307652997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/ode-to-cakes-mcnasty.html' title='Ode to Cakes &amp; McNasty'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfmOxPGuSgI/AAAAAAAAACo/rb-NEg2oaSU/s72-c/vomit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-4582049355677436768</id><published>2007-03-15T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:04:58.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cities That Best Fit Tasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black;color:black;" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#99ddff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Cities That Best Fit You::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#addaff"&gt;75% Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2d6ff"&gt;70% Chicago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d6d3ff"&gt;55% Atlanta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebcfff"&gt;55% Honolulu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;55% New York City&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichamericancitiesbestfityouquiz/"&gt;Which American Cities Best Fit You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I took this quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt; to just see if New York would be in my number 1. (FYI...I am IN LOVE with NYC. I love everything about it! The city, the people, the culture, the shopping, the food, the entertainment, EVERYTHING! My dream is to live there in the next couple of years.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was pretty disappointed to see that NYC ranked last...I've never been to any of the other cities, and I am sure they're nice, but NYC has my heart. I know I am still destined to live there, no matter what some dumb quiz said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-4582049355677436768?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4582049355677436768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=4582049355677436768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/4582049355677436768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/4582049355677436768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/cities-that-best-fit-tasha.html' title='Cities That Best Fit Tasha'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-759925436347955576</id><published>2007-03-14T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:13:02.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lil Bit of Tasha</title><content type='html'>So I am trying to waste time at work and saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.dcchick1-lifepost.blogspot.com/"&gt;DC Chick's &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://goodgrief-singleinthecity.blogspot.com/"&gt;DCVita's&lt;/a&gt; blog. I found it pretty interesting and decided to do one myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_22A23241.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=All the classics are grouped together.&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57540F5B.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=I love to have the volume on high and jam out.&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6781E621.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=Need I say more...HEAVEN!&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=carefree&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-396C1EDE.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=Gives you horrible breath and teeth, PLUS lung cancer&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-71DC4AA8.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=I love my puppy Sassy! Shes my world.&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_045A8238.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=I need to really stop using these.&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-E26BA3F.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=Clean, calm, and soothing...perfect sanctuary&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=I love the beach and feeling the sand between my toes.&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=I love to see the world and want to see more of it.&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=I love exotic places&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4DC575A6.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=Never can go wrong with a glass of wine&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_791C6076.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=So wild and free&amp;moodlabel=WILD CAT&amp;amp;lovelabel=TOUCHY FEELY&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=231453-5c04&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3" bgcolor="#000000" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=231453-5c04&amp;srv=iwebhd3"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mood: &lt;strong&gt;WILD CAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;They live life to the full, take any opportunity that's given to them. Always first to take the plunge, they are bold and sometimes a little wild. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with this. I am usually the blunt one out of the bunch and I try to take advantage of all opportunities that come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fun: &lt;strong&gt;ESCAPE ARTIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;They are forever slipping off, getting away from the rat race, and recharging those batteries. Independent, and thoughtful--they know themselves well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY TRUE! I am defintiely independent and know what I want and deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Habits: &lt;strong&gt;NEW WAVE PURITAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;They are strict, organised and ever so neat--they practice the art of self-discipline. They like things done simply but with an eye for detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES!! This is sooo me! I even noticed that organized was even misspelled when reading that personality type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love: &lt;strong&gt;TOUCHY FEELY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love for them is about human contact--the nitty gritty. They are very physical--a high sex drive demands plenty of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to disagree with this one a bit. I have to have the emotional part of love as well. I am not all physical--though that is also a big thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-759925436347955576?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/759925436347955576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=759925436347955576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/759925436347955576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/759925436347955576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/lil-bit-of-tasha.html' title='A Lil Bit of Tasha'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-3170969374744128807</id><published>2007-03-14T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:00.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate dumb people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to slap them with a stick of common sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041802898115021298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfgVBfGuSfI/AAAAAAAAACg/C-zce1iO6jA/s320/explosion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, last night I went to Champps for my last training shift. So I am suppose to be waiting on all the tables by myself and the trainer just makes sure I am doing everything correctly. (FYI...I have been waiting on all the tables by myself since I started training. Quick background: I have been a server for a total of 5 years. I know the drill.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the trainer, I'm going to call her Idiot, is so scatter brained when I first get there. She's all over the place and we can't go over the things we need to. I am getting annoyed. FINALLY, we get our shit done and we get a table. Everything is good, and we keep getting some more tables. THEN she proceeds to start critiquing every little thing I was doing. BITCH, don't tell me how to wait on a table! I know how to do it! Idiot is like "you should pre-bus this table...go get the drinks for that table...you should suggest dessert halfway during their dinner...blah blah blah..." So this is pissing me off even more. So I start to give mediocre service because at that point, I don't care what kind of tip I earn for her. She can leave with $30 for all I care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is coming down to the end of the night and our manager tells me that he told Idiot I could leave whenever she was ready. So I am like "Sweet!" cause I was almost at a breaking point. So she starts to run around the restaurant like a chicken with its head cut off. Pretty much avoiding me. Finally, she says "We can start doing breaking this area down because it is our closing side work." I just looked at her like she lost her damn mind. This chick thinks I am going to do her work?! Uhhh NO! So I talk to our manager and asked him if I was expected to close. He told me no because I had already done it this weekend. But he does say that it would be appreciated if I helped a little. Idiot starts demanding this and that. I help a little but then it starts to get late. As I am "helping" her, I am giving her some dirty looks. She HAS to know I am irritated with her. Then again, I have nicknamed her Idiot so she might not have known. DUMB BROAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at around 10:20ish, I go to the manager and tell him I am not staying a minute longer. I told him I have a daytime job that I have to get up super early for and that my bedtime was 20 minutes ago. (FYI...I can't operate if I am not in bed at 10 p.m. I'm like a grandma, I know.) So he tells me I can go. I go back to tell Idiot I was leaving and she starts to run around like she didn't hear me. Fuck it. I left. I was so steamed when I left that place. I was hungry and tired and I had to deal with HER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyfriend called me on my way home and I was so rude to him. I didn't mean to be but I was just so heated and had to vent. He, being the great boyfriend that he is, listens and apologizes for HER retarded self. He told me to have a good night and we hung up. Of course, this morning I apologized for acting crazy on the phone. Again, being the great boyfriend that he is, said everything was okay and he is glad I am having a better day. Honestly, what would I do without him? He puts up with some crazy stuff with me sometimes. Like I said, he balances me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot is forever going to be on my "list." Usually when you're on my list, I have no reason to speak or sometimes even acknowledge you. Harsh..I know, but that's just me. I look at it like this. Why waste my time and breath on someone who isn't worth it? Point made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-3170969374744128807?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3170969374744128807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=3170969374744128807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/3170969374744128807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/3170969374744128807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-dumb-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfgVBfGuSfI/AAAAAAAAACg/C-zce1iO6jA/s72-c/explosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-5621067034647446206</id><published>2007-03-13T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:00.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So as I have mentioned before, Boyfriend is moving to Rhode Island for 7 months for an internship. We sort of had "the talk" about what was going to happen to us a while back and of course, we're not going let distance break us apart. And of course, all of my friends and family ask "what are you guys going to do? Do you see yourself marrying him? What is he going to do after he is done with the internship? What if he gets a job offer in Rhode Island after the internship? Are you going to move there with him?" It's question after question. I understand that I am not getting older (ok I am not old yet, I am only 23 almost 24) and that I do need to figure out where this relationship is heading. But for some reason, I am not really thinking about that. I feel like it is way too much stress to think about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfbFi_GuSeI/AAAAAAAAACY/qqG2SmZozyE/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041434037733706210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfbFi_GuSeI/AAAAAAAAACY/qqG2SmZozyE/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knows if we will even last the whole 7 months he'll be away. I would hope so because we've always done the long distance thing. We're good together and balance each other out. (Lord knows I need that balance too!) Granted, 7 months is a long time and Rhode Island is not an hour and a half away, like he is now. He has talked about possibly going to grad school at UNC-Wilmington, but he could possibly get offered a job in Rhode Island. I feel like I shouldn't have to deal with that now and just deal with it later when it comes. Maybe I am procrastinating or just avoiding the issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also feel like Boyfriend and I are too young to be having a "serious" conversation. He is younger than me (he'll be 22 in May) and he is still in college. He's not a planner, like me, and he doesn't think that far into the future. He sometimes doesn't even know what he'll be doing next week. Typical guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know...I just know I like us now and why ruin that now with serious talk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-5621067034647446206?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5621067034647446206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=5621067034647446206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5621067034647446206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5621067034647446206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-as-i-have-mentioned-before-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfbFi_GuSeI/AAAAAAAAACY/qqG2SmZozyE/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-1507709079617680591</id><published>2007-03-12T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:00.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfWsxPGuSdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KjSn5uc1WeA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041125319779437010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfWsxPGuSdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KjSn5uc1WeA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I just want to say that I love James Morrison's CD "Undiscovered." It is so mellow and relaxing and also has that blues sound to it as well. I listened to the whole CD at work today and it definitely put me in a relaxing mood, considering where I work. I definitely will purchase this CD and I recommend it to you as well. This is saying a lot because I never buy CDs anymore. I hate when you buy a CD and you only end up liking 2-3 songs off of the whole thing. Jessica will tell you. I constantly make burned CDs. That way I have EVERYTHING I like. The last CD I bought was Gwen Stefani's "The Sweet Escape." So I bought this THINKING I would like it because I had already liked the 2 songs she had on the radio at the time. Plus, I have always been a fan of No Doubt. Proven wrong! I ended up liking 3-4 songs off the whole thing and I haven't popped it into my CD player since. Soooo disappointed....anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend was exhausting. I trained all day and night at Champps. I will FINALLY be done with training tomorrow. I can't do the 8 hours during the day and then go straight there. I'll die! This weekend I will finally be on my own and start making that money honey! Then I'll be heading for Fayetteville on Saturday to see Boyfriend and the parentals. I also have a baby shower to attend to on Sunday. Here's goodbye to relaxing weekends for a lonnnng time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to hoping I have a good work week (ok, that's praying for a miracle), so let's say here's to hoping I have a call from somewhere I have applied to. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-1507709079617680591?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1507709079617680591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=1507709079617680591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/1507709079617680591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/1507709079617680591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-just-want-to-say-that-i-love-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfWsxPGuSdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KjSn5uc1WeA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-9110029951239903167</id><published>2007-03-09T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:01.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Friday could NOT have come quick enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally my week is coming to an end. As I told you all in my last post I was headed to Charleston last weekend to see the boyfriend. The Mr. just got eye surgery so we took things pretty easy and might I add &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/RfHBonxbl3I/AAAAAAAAACo/WUAxMwz4SeQ/s1600-h/1329_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040022361619535730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/RfHBonxbl3I/AAAAAAAAACo/WUAxMwz4SeQ/s200/1329_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that those BIG ass black glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;es that you make you wear for a few weeks are NOT attractive-I mean can we get an upgrade? Thank goodness I have 20/20 vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday he had to do his reserve duties before the wedding. So I took advantage of the ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/RfHAtnxbl1I/AAAAAAAAACY/yPzofk1wA6s/s1600-h/psycho_Mother2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040021348007253842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/RfHAtnxbl1I/AAAAAAAAACY/yPzofk1wA6s/s200/psycho_Mother2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me and bonded with his Mother-we all know that is a MUST if things are EVER going to work out between a couple. I can recall my relationship with THE ex-his Mom was psycho..no really she was. I do not dare to get into that topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But things went well the wedding was BEAUTIFUL it was located at The Citadel Beach house on the Isle of Palms. Her colors were red and her dress was accented just slightly with red satin, the bridesmaid dresses-all of it was nice. The couple was one of those couples that seem picture perfect that kind that makes everyone cock their heads and say: "AWWW" You know, the kind that make you SICK! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course after the wedding we went to downtown Charleston where everything seems so GlaMouRous...the bars, the restaurants, the food, the wine and of course the people. I felt as though I was in another world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went to a Food and Wine Festival also $50 tickets for FREE! Holla...talk about a good hook up! They had a silent auction for bottles of wine that were going for a G! I mean do these people have nothing better to spend their money on than FREAKIN wine! I need a sugar daddy FO REAL! No seriously!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040022052381890402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/RfHBWnxbl2I/AAAAAAAAACg/BYgTkciOiwA/s200/untitled.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As always the time I spent there was well worth the 4 hour drive. The Mr. and I had a lil trouble this week it seems as though he is getting cold feet and is unsure of how to handle such a serious relationship. I guess as you begin to get more and more comfortable with one another it starts to hit home that THIS is real, you have found the one. I am ready we shall see what the future brings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My interview at Chick Fil A as a Marketing Director went really really well, I surprised myself. The job would be SO much fun. Although I understand they cannot hire me almost 4 months ahead of time-I know they are going to keep me in mind and said they will definetly call me in a few weeks for a second interview. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This week of work has been HELL! I seriously probably did about 2 hours of work in 4 days. So what is a girl to do with all this extra time-since I am forced to sit in front of this computer I did some major job hunting and when I say major, I mean MAJOR! Event Marketing Associate for People magazine, American Eagle and Coach all those big companies that y0u dream about working at. I know what are you thinking? "WTF she went to school in Pembroke she is not going to get this job." THIS is true and I have litle to no experience but DAMN a girl can daydream. It is not like I have anything better to do with my time here!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fake It Till You Make It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am looking forward to this weekend, I have not left the office on a Friday and just went home in about a month. My sweatpants, ponytail and a bottle of WINE are screaming my name, do you not hear them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-9110029951239903167?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9110029951239903167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=9110029951239903167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/9110029951239903167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/9110029951239903167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-friday-could-not-have-come-quick.html' title='This Friday could NOT have come quick enough...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/RfHBonxbl3I/AAAAAAAAACo/WUAxMwz4SeQ/s72-c/1329_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-427583163120151084</id><published>2007-03-09T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:01.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfGbUvGuSbI/AAAAAAAAACA/m67_2i4X_5w/s1600-h/sanjaya_malakar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039980238548650418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfGbUvGuSbI/AAAAAAAAACA/m67_2i4X_5w/s320/sanjaya_malakar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I just want to say that I am LIVID at the Americans who voted during &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Since when has Sanjaya EVER been a good singer?!?!!? And to pick him over Sundance!?!? Now I wasn't a huge Sundance fan or anything, but he was definitely A LOT better than Sanjaya. I was floored when I heard the results. Another shocker was Hayley winning over Sabrina. Sabrina was definitely the better singer out of the two. I don't know what America was doing. On the subject of Sanjaya, can someone PLEASE do something with his style. He just looks weird to me with the hair, eyebrows, and BIG smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo I am back at work today...at least it's Friday. I don't think I could handle being here for a couple of days straight. I dread coming in. We again have ran out of work and they dug up some data entry stuff to just keep us busy. Pretty much SENTENCED TO DEATH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039985379624503746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfGf__GuScI/AAAAAAAAACI/YhqR2aYKI4c/s320/death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me tell you what happened to me on the way to work this morning. So I am driving down 15-501 (also known as 85) and I had just passed the exit Jessica usually takes to go to work. All of a sudden this green Rodeo hits the railing in the median and starts flipping over and stops in the middle of the highway. Of course everyone starts braking and comes to a complete stop. I could not believe I just witnessed such a thing. I immediately press my Onstar emergency button in my car and told them what happened. By this time, people get out of their cars and run to help the passengers. It was a male and female. They had to help get the female out because it looked as if she was stuck. The male was lying on the grass, not moving, facedown. (So we all know I work at Duke and there are constantly doctors, nurses, any kind of medical people around this city.) So I am sure some of the people helping had to be some form of medical person. They had high tech first aid kits, emergency blankets, etc. I offered my bottle water I had in the car. The female who was in the car was hysterically crying and screaming. There was blood all over her. Horrible. I run back to my car because Onstar was contacting the local police. I spoke with an officer and described what I saw. Finally some emergency vechiles and policemen arrived at the scene and we all started to clear out to give them room. I headed back to work, but I was just in shock. Luckily no one else was hurt and it was a one car accident. I do hope they both are okay. Crazy how minute you could be driving somewhere and the next you could be flipped over on a highway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-427583163120151084?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/427583163120151084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=427583163120151084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/427583163120151084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/427583163120151084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-just-want-to-say-that-i-am-livid.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfGbUvGuSbI/AAAAAAAAACA/m67_2i4X_5w/s72-c/sanjaya_malakar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-6053243750206837236</id><published>2007-03-08T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:01.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have been home for the past few days, sick. I hate being sick. BUT it is nice to just sit on the couch and watch TV with the dogs. I watched cartoons and &lt;em&gt;The Price is Right&lt;/em&gt; this morning. I haven't watched &lt;em&gt;The Price is Right&lt;/em&gt; in soooo long! I hope when I am 100 years old, I look as good as Bob Barker. I swear he doesn't looked like he's aged at all. I'm sure he's probably been under the knife a couple of times to acheive that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfBaTOTxrMI/AAAAAAAAABw/PvYKjXRXc7A/s1600-h/lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039627269332643010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfBaTOTxrMI/AAAAAAAAABw/PvYKjXRXc7A/s320/lazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I could do the whole "lazy bum" thing. If I could just win the lottery...or come into a whole lot of money...I think I would probably want to just sit on my ass all day and relax. I know me, and I would probably get bored of that real quick so I think maybe I'd join a club or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I don't have much to blog about so I think I'm just going to get back to my soaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I have gotten onto Shawn and Jessica about posting more. :::Ghetto Face::: (This is something Jessica and I do with our lips, or say online, when we just don't see something happening, someone does or says something ridiculous, or when we're just like whatever.) See pic below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039627896397868242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfBa3uTxrNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/34s1OsD7DzI/s320/lips.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-6053243750206837236?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6053243750206837236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=6053243750206837236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6053243750206837236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6053243750206837236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-have-been-home-for-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RfBaTOTxrMI/AAAAAAAAABw/PvYKjXRXc7A/s72-c/lazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-2489022362326402305</id><published>2007-03-05T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:19:31.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Monday...and a Recap of the Weekend</title><content type='html'>I DEFINITELY have the case of the Mondays. It could also be that I really hate my job. I have been in full force looking for something new. Last week I did get a call back and had a pretty good phone interview. Hopefully, I will get another call this week. I really loathe job hunting. It's a full time job in itself. It's almost like a first date. WAYYY too stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend was awesome. Friday night, I cooked dinner for the gang and headed to the bar crawl (as posted previously.) The night started out at &lt;a href="http://www.redroomraleigh.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Red Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We were there a lil early to try and beat the crowd; and we did. The place was very chic (and pricey) and there was good (free) food. While we were there, we got some free stuff for signing up to come. I liked The Red Room, but I would probably only go there if I was going for a drink after work with some of the ladies and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next spot was &lt;a href="http://www.luckybsbar.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lucky B's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This place was more Boyfriend and "Ken's" spot. It was more laid back, with pool tables and good music. Boyfriend and "Ken" played pool and actually won a couple of games. I am not a jealous girl when it comes to Boyfriend, but there was this one woman (she was probably in her mid to late 30s) who kept trying to touch Boyfriend's ass while he was shooting. I gave her "the look" and she kindly (more like fake) asked if he was my boyfriend. I told her he was and that was the end of that. I ran into one of my sorority sister's boyfriend and caught up with him. He and his friend came to the last bar with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last place was &lt;a href="http://www.thedirtyraleigh.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The Dirty is more of the dance club and we had a good time there too...until this obnoxious dude kept trying to get in our faces. Shawn was challenging this guy and telling him he could not do certain dance moves. He starts to do the "crypt walk" and throws his arms every which way. (p.s. the crypt walk does not impress ladies...) He ends up hitting my ass and by this time I am annoyed. I give him the dirtiest look and proceed to tell him to leave us alone. He then gets in Shawn's face and I get in between them and push him away. Shawn is too drunk to realize how annoying this guy is, so she is just laughing. By this time, "Ken" sees what's going on and looks like he is about to man handle this dude. The guy finally goes away and I get back to all the fun I was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked most about the bar crawl was that it was 3 totally different places with different atmospheres. It catered to all different kinds of people, which was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend is pretty relaxed and laid back. Boyfriend and I watched some movies and laid around with the puppy. It was good to just spend quality (and quiet) time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is back to the daily grind of sitting in front of the computer for 8 hours. I started my training last night at Champps and have training this whole week. It looks like it's gonna be a good time. We shall see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-2489022362326402305?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2489022362326402305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=2489022362326402305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/2489022362326402305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/2489022362326402305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-another-manic-mondayand-recap-of.html' title='Just Another Manic Monday...and a Recap of the Weekend'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-592780683324747267</id><published>2007-03-02T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:07.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;FIRST&lt;/u&gt; I want to say&lt;strong&gt; I LOVE NC weather&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes! It is beautiful outside today and it's sooo warm too! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I am excited for tonight! Shawn and I will be going to this &lt;a href="http://www.zspotlight.com/onlineforms/barparty3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bar crawl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;in Raleigh tonight with Boyfriend and his friend, "Ken." ( I call him Ken because seriously, he really looks like a Ken doll..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the party goes from bar to bar totalling in 4. We get VIP access, free drinks &amp; food, free prizes..pretty much a hell of a good time! We're pretty pumped about it and I am sure we'll have lots to post about after. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037357670886093170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RehKHNPBMXI/AAAAAAAAABc/8B5iPNt8Jkw/s320/club.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn has never met "Ken" and I, of course, always trying to play match maker are introducing them tonight. I know they will enjoy each others company because they're both really chill people. Maybe something will flurish...maybe not. Either way, I know they'll hit it to at least a friendship level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't seen Boyfriend in about 2 weeks because he lives about a hour and a half away. It's not stressful because we usually see each other every other weekend. Last time he was here it was &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RehIWdPBMVI/AAAAAAAAABM/9xxFWOu416E/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037355733855842642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RehIWdPBMVI/AAAAAAAAABM/9xxFWOu416E/s320/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the weekend after Valentine's. I am excited to see him. Our visits are about to become even more scarce because I just picked up a serving job at a nice restaurant down the road from my apartment. (I know you're wondering "why is this chick deciding to work 2 jobs?!?!" Well if you must know, I just found out I have to pay like $600 in taxes and I live VERY, what's the word, comfortable (yes that sounds good...i guess..pretty much I am used to living a certain way) and this pretty much puts a dent in my lifestyle. Sooooo I am going to pay that off and also help pay off my credit cards. I would like to have NO credit cards, so that's also a goal. So since I will be working this job on the weekend, Boyfriend and I will have less visits, which sucks. Boyfriend is also moving to Rhode Island for 7 months in May for a job, so our relationship is always going to be long distant and less visits. We have such a good relationship that all will be well. He honestly is the best thing that has ever come into my life and some distance is not going to ruin that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allllright, enough serious talk because today is FRIDAY and I just cannot wait til 4 o'clock comes so I can start the weekend! Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037355957194142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RehIjdPBMWI/AAAAAAAAABU/-wH5bCwRbQY/s320/drinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-592780683324747267?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/592780683324747267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=592780683324747267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/592780683324747267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/592780683324747267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-i-want-to-say-i-love-nc-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/RehKHNPBMXI/AAAAAAAAABc/8B5iPNt8Jkw/s72-c/club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-5068755236703426516</id><published>2007-03-02T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:59:52.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Douchebag</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong, I Looovvveee the gentlemen (In the exact voice of Brian Fantana from Anchorman)...but sometimes, they never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my blog about the "Worst Date of the Year"?  Well it keeps getting better.  Last night, I go to the gym and start getting my work out on.  FYI, when I work out, I like to be LEFT ALONE. It is ME time...which means, don't talk to me!  Maybe its my incredible personality that draws this guy to me everytime I'm on the damn treadmill...but he keeps on coming back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you know, he asked me for my FRIEND's number the other night. What a funny guy.  Well, obviously my friend does not care for him AT ALL, and in all honestly, we were completely shocked he didn't get the hint that night.  She wasn't exactly Ms. Friendly towards him. And honestly, what a sleeze!! So he says to me, "What did Cameron say about giving me her number?" and I said, "She said No." Was that mean? NO, brutally honest. Thats my style :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rejection comment, he then persists to ask me out again!! Guys, can you PLEASE explain this to me????  He asks me to dinner and movie this weekend....and I respond by:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, I'm really busy for the next two months. "  Should I have added, "I've got to wash my hair" with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my line worked. How else do you turn someone down, semi nicely?  Honestly, I'm giving up dating forever. Why do you need dudes when you have amazing friends??&lt;br /&gt;...well, besides the obvious reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-5068755236703426516?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5068755236703426516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=5068755236703426516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5068755236703426516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5068755236703426516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/return-of-douchebag.html' title='Return of the Douchebag'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-6609991810867688846</id><published>2007-03-01T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:07.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was so frustrated with this place yesterday, I actually went and applied at The Melting Pot-to start waiting tables again. I know, I could make more money serving than the so called "salary" I have here. AND I wouldn't have to sit on my fanny all day....at least than I will be getting exercise and meeting new people. Because I have lived here for close to 9 months now and still have no friends. Well let me take that back, I have met a few good people from the office. And let me emphasize that I have only met a few.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most of my co-workers are UNC grads that all hate Duke. When the t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/Reb2aZnK7iI/AAAAAAAAABg/HJMhhl4vOfY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036984166672690722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/Reb2aZnK7iI/AAAAAAAAABg/HJMhhl4vOfY/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wo play each other in a basketball game they all wear the ribbons in their hair, lil buttons and other "spirit" paraphernalia. I truly just want to throw in the mix; "I understand you went to school at UNC and there is a huge rivarly between the two but must I remind you that DUKE is paying your bills right now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pshht! On to the other *Nitty and Gritty* UB is what I call her, I am not going to expose to you what UB means just yet and maybe...just maybe..you will catch on to what she looks like...here is a picture fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/Reb1j5nK7hI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bqsv8Vt8oBY/s1600-h/PH2006092901671.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036983230369820178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/Reb1j5nK7hI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bqsv8Vt8oBY/s200/PH2006092901671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;r a clue-She always seizes to amazes me with her Girls Gone Wild weekends. You are laughing but I am so serious. I often wonder if maybe in college she was very conservative and maybe did not get the opportunity to get this stage out of her system before moving on to her Career life. I know each day she and Ms. Blood Queen start gabbing about their sex lives and it disgust me to think that someone would jeopardize not only their image but their health by stooping to that level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I heard on some gossip blog that Beyonce got dumped by Jay-Z! HaHa that is great! I am so tired of seeing her on every magazine cover and on each Entertainment Tonight. Now hopefully she'll back away from the limelight for a bit. We all could use a break. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am counting down because I am escaping from this place a little early for an appointment, today. And than tomorrow I leave at noon and head to Charleston to see my boyfriend. Yay! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homegirl is pretty hungry too! I cannot eat this early though people are going to look at me like I am a fat ass! Well I suppose I should do a little work today, HA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I would like to give a warm welcome to our new blogger, Shawn *hand shake* I hear she is Absolutely Fabulous as well : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-6609991810867688846?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6609991810867688846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=6609991810867688846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6609991810867688846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/6609991810867688846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/almost-friday.html' title='Almost Friday....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/Reb2aZnK7iI/AAAAAAAAABg/HJMhhl4vOfY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-4029736607310453882</id><published>2007-03-01T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T10:38:15.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys are Unbelievable!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, this is my FIRST post to Absolutely Fabulous.  Tasha is one of my sorority sisters and invited me in on all the fun because, I guess, I'm absolutely fabulous.  Anyways, my name is Shawn, I graduated from ECU in December, and work for a clinical software company in Cary where I do marketing!  I LOVE IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get on to my story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been single for about 4 1/2 months now, and I am having the TIME of my LIFE. Honestly, I never knew how wonderful single life could be.  Although, I have encountered some of the craziest moments of my life. Since I've moved home, I started going to the gym a lot and even got a personal trainer to help me out a bit (hey, I'm going on a cruise in May and I GOTS to look good!).  Well, all was fine and dandy....until my personal trainer asked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cool with it, ya know...I didn't want things to be awkward at the gym, so I decided to give it a shot. If anything, I'll just be friends with the guy!  Well, not only does he want to take me out on a date, he wants me to come to HIS HOUSE and wanted to cook me dinner. I was definitely skeptical...I don't even know the guy...I'm NOT going to his house alone!  So I asked him if its cool if I bring a friend...WAS I OUT OF LINE???  I didn't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he keeps making comments about how I think he is going to kill me or something. GET OVER IT. YOU ARE CREEPY!!  I ask him if he wants me to bring anything (guys, usually when you ask a girl on a date, you're supposed to say NO when she asks this), he says, "Yeah, actually, bring me a bottle of Hennessy." Is this guy joking??  I start hysterically laughing...and he says, "What? You don't have to get me a big bottle..." #1 sign I shouldn't have gone on the date.  So I nicely tell him that I'm not going to the liquor store and he responds with, "You can't just stop by there on your way over?" WHAT KIND OF GUY IS THIS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did not get him his lovely bottle of Hennessy. Yeah FREAKING right. I get over to his house (with my friend Cameron - yes, I owe her big time!) and he is making us dinner. Cameron starts asking him casual questions (obviously, she has never met him before, so she wanted to know about him!) Where are you from? Why did you move here? What do you do? blah blahhh...Well the guy freaks out, and is like "What is this? 20 questions? Why are you asking me all these questions?" Cameron, being the sweet southern girl that she is, casually says how its already uncomfortable, so she's making conversation...what is the big deal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well during our conversation, we find out that MY DATE is actually 32 years old. While looking around his place, we see pictures of a family...oh yeah, thats right. He has a 5 month old son. OK, definitely didn't know any of this before my date. Him and his ex (who is black - not that it matters) are in a custody battle right now over their son. Yeah, sounds like something I want to get involved in, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is just being a jerk all night to my friend, and honestly, it was embarrasing. Making comments about her fingernail polish, asking us why we don't have boyfriends, repeatedly bringing up how I was the one he asked out and I HAD to bring a friend...things you just don't do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 7 Coronas, I was feeling tipsy...how else would I make this night even remotely enjoyable??  I went to the bathroom, and Cameron said that when I was gone, the guy said, "So, Cameron, what are you going to do when Shawn starts liking me?" UMMM never say that. EVER.  What a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided it was time to leave, and when we left, #1 douchebag of the year says, "Oh, and here is a little advice for you, whenever you go to someone's house that you don't know, you shouldn't be asking a million questions.  Someone is going to think you're really rude and will probably kick you out."   YOU ARE COOL, guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so after my ridiculously AWFUL date...the guy still calls me...&lt;br /&gt;Then a week later, has the nerve at the gym to ask me if he can have Cameron's number.&lt;br /&gt;Thats a big NO buddy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially titled this as: THE WORST DATE OF THE YEAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-4029736607310453882?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4029736607310453882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=4029736607310453882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/4029736607310453882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/4029736607310453882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/guys-are-unbelievable.html' title='Guys are Unbelievable!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-3574244317208553994</id><published>2007-03-01T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:45:43.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>So I know we just started this blog but we have a new fabulous girl on board, Shawn. She'll be just as truthful and crazy as we have tried to be. We're excited to have her and we hope you'll enjoy her as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-3574244317208553994?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3574244317208553994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=3574244317208553994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/3574244317208553994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/3574244317208553994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/03/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-896222118161724742</id><published>2007-02-28T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:12:01.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to go home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 3 of nothing to do is winding down, slowly. And when I say nothing to do I truly mean NOTHING to do. I have sat here all week and surfed the internet. My eyes are burning!! I find myself just walking around the building-just to get some sort of circulation going in my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a meeting yesterday with a few "big wig" doctors thanking us for all of our hardwork. Pshht! Only if they knew most of spend our days on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freetetris.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.freetetris.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Co-worker, I call her the "blood queen" because she enrolls in more clinicial trials than anyone I know. She misses, at the least, one day of work each week because she stays the night at some Pharmaceutical Companies office-allowing the doctor take blood from her every so many hours. You would think all the studies she is in she would at least have a partially decent wardrobe. ::GAG:: She is the most annoying person in the office. She should have a plaque on the outside of her cube that says: "I am an idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have spent all week looking and applying for jobs in Charleston, South Carolina. I am looking to relocate this summer. And I am trying to get ahead of the game. This weekend I am headed down for a wedding at the Isle of Palms, with my boyfriend. Should be lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently Ms. Blood Queen decides she has work for us-so I am gonig to at least get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy, until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-896222118161724742?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/896222118161724742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=896222118161724742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/896222118161724742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/896222118161724742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/02/ready-to-go-home.html' title='Ready to go home....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-2835345495031524457</id><published>2007-02-27T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:07.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am sitting at work right now counting down the minutes until it is time to go home. I think the clock has stopped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am sitting surfing the internet, I keep coming across some more Anna Nicole hoop-la. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReSWmwEfQFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RU_sxbz96Jc/s1600-h/annanicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036315875789979730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReSWmwEfQFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RU_sxbz96Jc/s320/annanicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Personally, I am so tired of hearing about it. It's getting old. They need to bury the damn woman and tell everyone who the damn baby's daddy is! I think her mother is trying to get her 15 minutes of fame and Stern is trying to get the money. He's such a slime ball. I think the only normal person in this whole thing is Larry Birkhead. I hope he really is this baby's father. He seems to be the one who really cares about her welfare. Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of you like American Idol but I am excited to see the show tonight.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReSW0gEfQGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FvyZz4uFvUg/s1600-h/idol-antonella-barba-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036316112013181026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReSW0gEfQGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FvyZz4uFvUg/s320/idol-antonella-barba-200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are some really good female singers this season, so I am very excited to see who will be the next idol. Speaking of American Idol, so this whole mess with semi-finalist Antonella Barba is crazy. Seems like everytime someone gets one minute of fame, some jealous person has to come in and try to ruin it for the person. I know I don't care about any photos that she's in or not in. She's not Britney Spears so I really don't care to read about what she supposedly did or didn't do. Let's just worry about the competition and talent. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my only highlight at work today was the fact that I got a new computer with dual monitors. I'm all about it because it gave me more room to look up jobs to apply for. Mwahahahahahaha!! (evil laugh) I really am so over this place. 20 minutes left....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-2835345495031524457?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2835345495031524457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=2835345495031524457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/2835345495031524457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/2835345495031524457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-i-am-sitting-at-work-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReSWmwEfQFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RU_sxbz96Jc/s72-c/annanicole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-8135928056804350321</id><published>2007-02-26T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:07.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Talk</title><content type='html'>This is what I want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when was it appropriate to talk about your sexual escapades and nasty habits in the office?!?!? Someone &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this girl in my office, Miss Davis (this is my nickname for her) and she is probably one of the nastiest chicks I know. First of all, I've never liked her. She has this aura about her that just makes you want to vomit and pull your hair out at the same time. She couldn't be more annoying. When we first started working together, she'd ask like a zillion questions, that sometimes I don't have an answer to. Then an hour later, she'd ask you the same question. It took all I had not to scream at her then. She also does this thing with her hair. Her hair is long and curly and for some reason she always does this head flick with her hair. Not just a hair flick like you're trying to be flirty and cute, but a head flick where her whole damn head goes with her hair. And she does this flick like every 30.5 seconds! So annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. and she has one of the ugliest faces I've ever seen...yes it's mean I know but I can't h&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReOX9QEfQEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ryXMAZ_AXmM/s1600-h/miss+davis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036035886871953474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReOX9QEfQEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ryXMAZ_AXmM/s320/miss+davis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elp it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic at hand. So over the past month or so, Miss Davis has broken up with her fiance of 2 years, slept with 4 different guys, got a UTI &amp;amp; yeast infection (I know I know...TMI TMI, but she told the entire office.) After her breakup, she went on a nasty skank spree. She met some 30-something with a 5 year old in the Dominican Republic (btw, which was her family vaca) and ended up sleeping with him. He originally lived in St. Louis, so a few weeks after her return, she made a trip there. She ended up not liking him anymore, and broke it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then met some dude through Facebook on accident. He confused her with someone else but she then ended up stalking him and asking him to befriend her. So he did. They ended up meeting in person for drinks and went home with him that night. She then met another guy, who happened to be a drug dealer. He would only communicate her after 12 a.m. Not before. (obviously, he is only wanting her for one thing but she is too dumb to know that.) He ends up using her and making her buy groceries for his house so she can eat. He ended up breaking it off with her by just ignoring her. She would text message him all day at work and kept asking him "why are you ignoring me?" "I'm done." "Please talk to me." Psycho I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her best friend then hooked her up with her boyfriend's brother. Miss Davis has this guy wrapped around her finger. How you ask?? I do not know myself. So they're "dating" now. Well one day last week, she came into work and pretty loudly spoke about how her neighbors below and beside her complained that she was too loud during sex. YUCK. First of all, NO ONE in this office wants to know that and second, what made her think that that subject was appropriate conversation. I just looked at her with disgust. Her now "boyfriend" is scared because she might be going off to med school and he told her he was worried about her leaving because he knows how much she craves sex. YUCK. (FYI, they've only been dating like 3 weeks now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in amazement on how nasty and open she is about it while at work. Maybe I am just ol' fashion but it's just plain disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-8135928056804350321?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8135928056804350321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=8135928056804350321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/8135928056804350321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/8135928056804350321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-what-i-want-to-know.html' title='Office Talk'/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReOX9QEfQEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ryXMAZ_AXmM/s72-c/miss+davis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-966351743052418983</id><published>2007-02-25T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:07.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Heyyy bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo Jessica and I have decided to do this because we experience some of the funniest, craziest, weirdiest stuff everyday. We'll blog about work, relationships, celebrities, etc. So to get started...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I graduated from college a few months ago and I thought I landed the "dream" job when I started working for Duke. (Yes, the school known for the so-called lacroose rape..) Don't get me wrong...Duke is a good place as a whole to work for...BUT (yes, folks, there is a but) the department I work for SUCKS! First of all, I got tricked into the position. I was a public relations major and I definitely wanted to go into my field of work post graduation. The department was new and just starting out. The job description said I would be doing PR work, managing, as well as other "fun and exciting" things. I also told Jessica about the position, since they were looking for 10 coordinators. We both were hired and rented an apartment together all in the same day! We were so excited to start our new "grown-up" lives! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did we know, we would NEVER be doing any PR work. We ended up stuck doing bitch work that a person with just a high school dipolma could do. The only thing I am learning at this job is office politics and employee relations. Everyone in my department are post college, so of course our boss knows we'll do anything for our paychecks. The only good thing about working at this department is....well, can't really think of anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReI_nAEfQBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/idXBcWApDdQ/s1600-h/office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035657272619909138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReI_nAEfQBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/idXBcWApDdQ/s320/office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So like any new department, it changed and I was transferred to another department related to what I was working on. Pretty much ALL DAY I sit in front of a computer and assign medical bills to the patient's insurance or to the clinical trial they are enrolled in. &lt;strong&gt;BORING!&lt;/strong&gt; I count down the minutes til it's time to leave. Even worse, sometimes we run out of work and I have nothing to do. Some people would say "why are you complaining? I'd rather be doing nothing." Well I thought so too, at the beginning, but after a while there is only &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; you can look up on the internet. I check my personal email like 20 times a day, check myspace about 10 times, check facebook 5 times, and check my email again. It truly blows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's been 8 months since I got the job and I am already looking for something else. I've tried to look for real PR jobs within Duke, but the HR website is just like a HUGE black hole. Your resume disappears and never comes back. So I am now looking outside of Duke. I need to get my PR experience now, so that I can accomplish my dream of moving to the Big Apple and being a big timer. We shall see what happens....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-966351743052418983?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/966351743052418983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=966351743052418983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/966351743052418983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/966351743052418983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/02/heyyy-bloggers-sooooo-jessica-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/SCmlT6Q2F8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Qr7Jb00trlc/S220/73067114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJXfTm2gCMU/ReI_nAEfQBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/idXBcWApDdQ/s72-c/office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5155540924804179901.post-5175874849966080643</id><published>2007-02-25T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:08.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to meet ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pshht! Well here I am SUPER excited about this blog! I guess I would be considered a stranger to the blogging world. But do not hold your breath, I am a fast learner just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/ReJBiJnK7YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uSkzA3LkRoc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035659388305206658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px" height="60" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/ReJBiJnK7YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uSkzA3LkRoc/s320/images.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; wait! I only hope I can be that inner voice of witty sarcasm that we all have but there is only a few that have the guts to spit it out...."dododo you have it? GUTS!" HaHa such an old school show! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So who am I? I guess you will learn lil things here and there. I graduated from UNCP in May 2006 and landed a job with Duke University and was well on my way to the beginning stages of my career, right? EHHHHH wrong! I have finally adjusted to life beyond college where sweatpants and a hoodie were acceptable fashion paws for class. The days when your only worries were when you were going to find the time to manage partying and studying. Yeahh those days are OVER! No one gave me that "Welcome to the real world" speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So I hate the job! And have been trying to get out since the first month I started. Dukes recruiters could probably recite my resume front to back. BLAH! See Tashas post for more information on how we got tricked into this job! Needless to say I spend 8 straight hours in front of a computer screen each day. Hence the need for a blog. There is only so much stalking you can do on Myspace and Facebook. Homegirl needs a hobby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lets get right into it...with Oscar Fashion.....Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Kirsten Dunst-WTF is she wearing? Nothing about this dress is working for her, it looks like she was attached by a bird and she definitely LOST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Leonardo Decaprio-Maybe the slicked back hair is his "trademark" but he continues to look like Danny Zuko from Grease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Jennifer Hudson-WOAH is she going to fly away with that "jacket." ::GAG::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*The Likes- Or should I say the loves. Cameron Diaz, Celine Dion and Reese Witherspoon look FABULOUS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5155540924804179901-5175874849966080643?l=absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5175874849966080643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5155540924804179901&amp;postID=5175874849966080643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5175874849966080643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5155540924804179901/posts/default/5175874849966080643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelyfabulousgirls.blogspot.com/2007/02/nice-to-meet-ya.html' title='Nice to meet ya!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0B5cXZYBbkU/ReJBiJnK7YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uSkzA3LkRoc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
