so yeah, i got my promotion. the eye makeup overload worked. and i'm celebrating with a day off. and listening to some justin timberlake ballad. at home. on a wednesday. bliss. i have the front door open too. for ciruclation. but the neighbourhood cats think it is open for them. i am not a cat person.

because dogs rule, and cats drool.

last night, also in job celebration mode, my ma and pa made dinner. and i found my diary from 1991. i think i was religi-curious at the time. because i ended each entry with god bless. or maybe i was just afraid of death. i seem to remember being preoccupied from ages eight to thirteen with dying. i mean, hello i thought i had aids cos i slept in the same bed as my brother once when we were at my aunt's place. and you got aids from sleeping with people apparently. friggen euphemism.

anyway, it seemed my greatest loves - apart from baby jesus - were bike pants, babydoll tops and calling other girls fat sluts. i must have just learned the word slut. i seemed to relish its use.

the diary also has insight into my grandfather's dementia. and talks about the greatest dog of all time, izzy. who was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. and who would sleep on our bed if any of us had been crying. which according to my diary i did a lot.

in other childish things, i watched hairspray (the recent one) the other day. i went to the original with my dad and brother when it first came out. which now i think about it was a bit random. but whatever. my dad loves elvis, he probably had been told the movie was a 60s nostalgia piece. which it sort of is. SORT OF.

anyway i have strong preference for the original one. as much as anything, it gave us ricki lake. but the best thing about the new version is this song....




and maybe zac. but this song in particular because, at the risk of scaring potential suitors off, it is me all over baby. one nudge: and i'm planning the wedding.

god help anyone who nudges me on valentines day. which is tomorrow. and oh my god i just remembered i wont be at work. what if flowers get delivered???? note to self: email someone at work and get them to pick them up for you. i haven't even made any VD cards this year. i have no idea what i have been wasting my time on, if not making VD cards. maybe i'll do happy leap year cards instead this year.

anyway, i'm going off to pack now. for dorkland. where i will be until sunday. alone. so i will probably be playing a lot of scrabulous. excellent.

i haven't logged in to findsomeone dot co dot nz all year. and today i get all these smiles from dudes. today. valentine's day. two words: desper-ate.

so - just for curiosity's sake - i checked out the smiles. boys who say im instead of i'm get disqualified straight away. because it is infuriating. boys who claim tolerance as their key feature suggests that they are judgemental. which suggests i'm not interested. boys who tell me they are in to uwh can forget it because wtf? (although i added this one to my favourites because his ugly sunglasses in his profile picture made it look like he is wearing heavy eye makeup. i find that hot).

and since i was already logged in i checked out my top matches. there are heaps of people who were on there before. as in before the new year. as in before, when i thought it would find me the love of my life. of the new boys the highlights include: mr "27 year old hutt valley" who looks more like 47. a dude who quotes the pringles ad in his profile (i added him to the favourites) and a seemingly endless supply of boys who are either outgoing and outdoorsy OR not quite what you'd expect (more nerdy, less nerdy either way it is all about not judging a book by its cover, which is probably good advice, given wellington boys appear to be unable to take photographs of themselves). and a man who says he's fresh meat on the market. and that i should get him while he's hot. ew.

as always, it remains good to recognise people on findsomeone dot co dot nz. reading their profile is like looking in their medicine cupboards. ie it is AWESOME. plus i suspect the one i recognised today is stalking me electronically due to the way he basically set up findsomeone. so he has probably read my profile. and laughed in an uncharitable way about how i'm trying to seem oh so aloof. anyway it was annoying that i know him because his profile is handsdown the best on the site.

unfortunately my boyfriend from the bus yesterday does not appear to be on findsomeone dot co dot nz. i searched under his known name and variations (bus boy, bus man, bus guy, bus dude, dude on bus etc...) and nothing. also he was not on the bus this morning. i had especially worn practical shoes to work too so that if i needed to carry his flowers up the stairs at work i reduced the odds of tripping and or falling. sometimes i blur fantasy and reality. actually maybe i should edit my findsomeone profile and include this whole fantasy side to my personality.

anyway, apart from giving secret valentine's to each of my team members today, and crocheting two wool hearts, that is the extent of my VD celebrations. internet dating. it may be the best VD of all time.

holy heck. i forgot tomorrow is VD day. i don't even have any cardboard to make secret admirer cards. damn it. but i have coloured pencils, neat handwriting, and - thanks to AL - hello kitty stickers. so all is not lost. if i get up early i can have enough secret admirer cards for all those i secretly admire. like bus guy who i sat next to today (reeeeow) or the lead singer of the kooks.