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Guess where I just came from? You got it. That kickin' McDonald's on Cunningham, which is just as great as ever. EXCEPT that there was so much lettuce on my Big Mac that I ended up with the equivalent of a salad on my lap by the time I got home. However, I rarely eat Big Macs so I doubt it will be an issue for a long, long time.

Tonight was pretty great. I began the evening at the movie theater with my darling friend Kate. The two of us took in the new Johnny Depp movie, Public Enemies. It's gotten some bad reviews but I liked it a lot. It was definitely on the long side, but I've always been pretty interested in early twentieth century crime so there was a lot to enjoy from where I sat. Plus, the song Bye Bye Blackbird was very heavily featured and I've been listening to that in my car all week long. Granted, I listen to this super bluesy, tormented Joe Cocker version that seems fairly unrelated to the version sung in Public Enemies but it's a cool song nonetheless and I listened to it on the way home tonight, thinking about John Dillinger and his Billie.

After the movie I met up with some other girl friends and we hung for a while before heading out to Claibornes which is officially my favorite place of the summer. You can dance if you want to---or you can just sit and be chill which is kind of what I prefer anyway. And it's so nice inside. Especially the bathrooms. Even while I am creeped out by the see-through girl's bathroom located on the dance floor, I have to admit that it's super posh in there and not at all like going to the bathroom at say, Joe's for example. My one gripe about Claibornes and really bars in general is that there are a lot of opportunities for people to accidentally-on-purpose touch your bod which is never cool.  You'll be walking along and some guy will totally grab your thigh or press his palm against your butt and say, "Oh sorry," only there is no way in hell he didn't mean to do it. It annoys me  lot. I also really hate it when you get stuck talking to some guy you don't want to talk to, thus preventing you from talking to guys you do like. This did not happen to me tonight, but it happened to a friend and has happened to me in the past and it can really make or break an evening.

While I'm busy griping about crap guys do that annoys the hell out of me I will go ahead and mention one of my greatest pet peeves in life which is Guys In Victoria's Secret. It's not fair of me to get so agitated by this and I'm not sure if it bothers me because I am actually uncomfortable about gentlemen being around while I shop for underwear, or if I'm just resentful of people who are in relationships, but it definitely gets on my nerves. When you're searching throught the sale bins for something cute to wear on your tush, the last thing you want is someone else's boyfriend standing to the right of you taking it all in. Am I right? Does this bother anyone else? I think I'm just weird about it perhaps. Plus there have been several occasions now when I've run into guys I have school/work relationships with at Victoria's Secret while I am admiring panties and lace ridden bras, making me feel even more strongly that men should be banned from that store. :)

To compensate for all the nasty things I have now said about guys, I will mention a few things I really love about the opposite sex.

A) Guys have more heat generating muscle, meaning that they are always a billion times warmer and fun to be around for that reason.
B) They eat more and it's cute to watch. You'll be done after two slices of pizza and they're busy eyeing a third and maybe a fourth because they are truly just that hungry.
C) Their hands are bigger and often kind of calloused and excellent.

Plus, guys have the coolest accesories, like ties and cufflinks. I'm looking forward to having somebody to buy these types of things for somday. Esp cufflinks because there are some beautiful ones out there.

I'm way to tired now. Good night world.