It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

There is a fierce snowstorm brewing outside, and I am not even going to complain, because I love Snow and I love Christmas!  I'm sorry if that is too happy for some of you sourpusses who hate snow.  I hate snow too, but only if it comes at an inconvenient time when there is traveling to be done, or if it is March.  Some of you may argue that it is far too early in the season to begin feeling these festive longings or wishing for a white Christmas, or listening to Christmas songs... I say, let the festivities begin!  I know Halloween only just ended, but every store in the city is already doing their holiday windows and pretty lights are going up all over!  Christmas always comes and goes far too fast, so this year, I fully intend on celebrating and cherishing every festive day leading up to the most glorious time of year.  I FINALLY had that interview at the Anthropologie store on 5th Ave. today.  I am praying (yes, sometimes I pray, call me a hypocrite if you must- because I will be the first to admit that sometimes I am, sadly) that I get the job, as anyone who knows me well enough will tell you that I am slowly going insane in the membrane sitting here jobless.  I swear I just get surlier and surlier as the days go by.  I feel like I have turned into a binge eater out of boredom, and that, is a sad state of affairs.  I guess the grass is always greener, right?  I voluntarily quit my last job, don't get me wrong.  That job was awful and was really holding me back, not to mention I dreaded going to work every day and couldn't stand the fact that our hiring practices were morally and ethically wrong on every level.  However, sitting here blowing my hard earned savings on food and rent isn't exactly a comforting thought either.  I can't wait to be making money again so I can start spending on some of life's luxuries, and so I can afford to give all of my loved ones awesome Christmas Pressies.  As soon as I hear back at the end of this week (fingers crossed), I will either start my Holiday shopping (granted the news is good and I get the position), or sit here crying as I stare at my computer and continue searching for job after job after job after job.... haha.  What's a girl gotta do to make some money in this world?  (sugar daddies, fake titties, pole-dancing, high class prostitution rings... hmmmm).  jk.  I would never.  I really think I would love working in that store though; I loved being a manager and a team leader (I think it's something I excel at... not to toot my own horn ;) )  and the store is so pretty and cozy and festive, as are the clothing and home-wear items that they sell.   I am quite confident that even if I don't get this job, something will come along before my money runs out (I should be good another three months if I spend wisely); that being said though, I REALLY REALLY REALLY want this job!!!!!!!! Omg, I've probably jinxed myself and I won't get it because of a bad skin day (can they do that?).  I think Mollister scared me for life, because now I always think someone isn't going to hire me unless I am really really ridiculously good-looking, as opposed to how qualified or smart or creative I am (hey, I've seen too many qualified individuals get turned down simply because they didn't fit our "look" while I was working at Mollister, and that is beyond fucked up).

I am dying to go home and see my cat and dogs so badly.  I know they are in good hands, but nothing replaces a mother's touch (poor little Biji cat needs his Meeooommm!). haha.  I mean, I do have my niece and she is pretty effing adorable, and her head is soft and fuzzy and she's got cute little thigh rolls... but it's not the same as picking up a fluffy cat and sticking your face in his fur.  hahahaha.  I always worry about Bijou because he was just a kitten when he showed up in my backyard, and I gave him a home and food and affection and I know he is appreciative.  My mom always told me it was a bad idea to put a collar on a cat that was indoor/outdoor because if their collar gets caught up on a branch they might not come home, which is sad but true.  However, it is hunting season upstate and I worry that some crazy hunter from Jersey might take aim at my cat.  Perhaps I should die bijou's fur fluorescent orange when I go home.  I remember my dad (who has always been insanely over-protective) used to make my brother and I wear his fluorescent orange hunting hats when we played in our own yard during hunting season, because there are woods behind my house and he was always terrified that some downstate hunter would take aim on anything moving if they saw it from a distance. LOL.  My dad is also the type that wouldn't let my brother and I play in piles of leaves in our own yard if he felt that they were 'too close to the road,' because he was always afraid that a car might purposely swerve into the pile and hit one of us if we were hidden in them.  Dear lord.  However, his over protectiveness has come in handy on several occasions- like the time my sister heard something in the yard one night and my dad walked outside in his pjs and found some punk teenager with a flashlight who claimed to be "looking for [his] dog." Or the fact that any time I have gone on a camping trip or even a long car ride, my dad hooks me up with all kinds of extras like flashlights, batteries, toilet paper, mace... because you never know what might happen.  Sometimes I feel like I have inherited that over-protective gene, even with my cat.  I fear for my future children someday.   I may take a ghetto bus home tomorrow, dependent upon whether or not my sister and brother in law think they will be able to get enough gas to go Upstate by Friday.  I need to see my animals and have my mom cook me all the fatty foods I won't cook for myself since I am living alone.  Furthermore I need my GD full length mirror!!!  I had a dermatology appointment earlier today before my interview.  The doctors at Williamsburg Dermatology are so nice; I am really glad I found that place since my skin has been freaking out since I moved down here.  The Dr. I saw today prescribed me an oral antibiotic and two topical cremes for my acne, so hopefully I will get this shit cleared up within the next couple of weeks.  My fragile ego (eagle) has had its wings clipped and it needs to soar.  LOL. It is so fucking dry in this apartment also, which really isn't helping matters since every blemish I pick gets all flaky (I'm disgusting, I know).  Every morning I wake up and feel as though I have just fallen asleep in the Sahara. Every last facial orifice including my meeouth is dry and I chug a glass of water before having coffee.  I need to get a humidifier ASAP.  I know that I'm a grown girl, but given the fact that my apartment is tastefully and simply decorated, I think I might have some fun and treat myself to the festive, pig-shaped, pink humidifier. It's something seasonal, so it's not like it's going to be a main-stay in the apartment year round.  Plus, it's going to be by my bed, so I doubt people will notice it.  I considered getting the Hello Kitty one, but I thought perhaps that was a bit too much, even for me, and people might start to question my mentality if they came over.  I think that before American Horror Story comes on tonight, I will force my sister to watch "White Christmas" with me and make Swiss Miss.... ;)  God I love Christmas.  When I go home this weekend, little Bijou and Ceely are going to get their Christmas pics taken by yours truly. haha.  I will leave you with some pics of the snow fall, and also pictures of my animals from last Christmas.

view over the terrace and down the street towards Bedford

The terrace... no place for sunning or drinking wine today.

Ceely, aka. "baby" looking adorable... my sweet little 'senji

Bijou when he was still an adolescent, helping his mom wrap Christmas Pressies.  I can't wait to kiss his little pink nose. lol... I'm such a freak.