Okay, let's just take this whole adultery metaphor just one step further...

because last night I cheated on Ghengis Khan, which from all I've read of him so far ( the prologue) is pretty risky. I cheated on him to read what is basically the high school boyfriend of book affairs...Pride and Prejudice.

This weekend:

1)What was once a vague and nebulous impression that I may not want a huge wedding planner type reception, has solidified into a full-blown I will elope, regardless.

2)I cheated on the book I have been stuggling to read for several months now. So far I have had affairs with Jane Eyre, The Blind Assasin and The Beautiful and Damned. This weekend I began reading a Barnes & Noble publication of the history of Ghengis Khan; or essentially the prostitute to my Liz Hurley.

"I actually prefer Taco Bell to most other restaurants."


When someone actually said this last night, I felt as though they were reading my soul.

Turning the time over...

This is my new sunday school activity. It sure beats testimony bingo.

Now here we have some shows I would watch and music I would listen to if no one would ever know. seriously

The Antiques Roadshow
Star Trek: The Next Generation
All Star Trek movies except "Star Trek: The Motion Picture"
The Crocodile Hunter
Wings of Desire
Margie
Fields of Gold, on repeat
Cry
It's My Life

Everyone please send me your well-worn copies of "The Nanny Diaries" and the DVD collector's edition of "Sex and the City: Season 4."

If my weekend was a game of trivial pursuit there would be questions like;

History: Who is the champagne singer for the Lawrence Welk Show?
Entertainment: Sister H., my bishop's wife, was engaged to the son of a special effects producer for which horror movie?
Science: What happens when a guy jumps in a pool naked?
People: Which "celebrity" is dating my neighbor?
Sports: Which member of the Mexican Mafia was apprehended by my friends, after attempting to steal a car stereo?

Because I work at a chocolate factory, I find it necessary to work out at a gym. I have been a member of the same gym since March. I go 4 to 6 times (okay, sometimes once) a week. There is one attendant at the gym who's job is to scan people in. He has peroxide blond hair and black framed glasses. He scans me in almost every single time, which means he has seen me close to 70 times in the last three months. And what does this attendant say every single time? "Hi, (scans my card) Do you have any picture i.d.? Okay, thanks, have a good work out." Last week, I came in with my roommate. We talked to this attendant for awhile. We had a conversation. He asked if we were sisters. I talked to him for almost 20 minutes. The next day when I came in it was "Hi, (scans my card) do you have any picture ID?"