addict

hello everybody, my name is christina and i am an addict.

i have, in my mind, an insanely addictive personality. and it's not something to boast about either. it's not like i fit the profile of an indie-film waif, railing lines off glass tables in out-of-the-way motel rooms. neither am i the type to fall insanely in love at the drop of the hat, and require the constant presence of my beloved like fresh air for the drowning. instead, i'm relegated to the relatively geeky admission that i'm addicted to the most mundane things possible -- like silly text-based multi-player iphone games, or facebook sim games (if we must get specific, we're talking restaurant city here). but real-time games must be among the most inane addictions a human can face. i've been sitting here for the past hour, quite literally, watching my team of minions serve garden salad, lobster and a fruit plate to animated versions of my facebook friends. 

at least i'm not shopping.

but it's a gorgeous day, and time to get ready for lunch and wakeboarding this evening. the sky is clear and blue for once. it's a beautiful day to be sitting in bed in jammies, laptop in lap (is it still called a lap if you're not sitting down?), deciding which table layout facilitates the speediest service to your animated denizens. 

STOP

10 signs you (er... i) shouldn't shop no mo'

1. you iron your clothes and put them in the closet, then when you take them out to wear, you realize they're wrinkled again because your closet is too full.

2. you've taken to asking salespeople not to give you a shoebox, then you hide new shoes in nooks and crannies around the house, because you don't want your weekly helper (who puts the shoes back in the shoe cabinet) to judge you for your "problem".

3. you start wanting to sell shit on ebay to make room for new purchases. not your own shit -- your partner's. 

4. in the 10 or 15 years since you hit puberty, you never bothered to figure out how far apart your periods are, but you know exactly how many days it is till the shopping prohibition period ends. 

5. you watch gossip girl and start thinking about headbands, watch fresh prince and start thinking about 80s blazers, watch curious george and start thinking about acid brights (yellow in particular, i wonder why...), watch transformers and think of hussein chalayan, watch gremlins and think about fur coats/exotic skin bags (depending on whether it's pre- or post-midnight feeding)...

6. you kind of start to realize that cruella de ville wasn't so far off the beaten path with that dalmation coat idea... now where to find 101 dalmations...

7. it's 10pm and you haven't eaten dinner, because you're busy blogging about reasons you should not shop, which you are doing in order to prevent yourself from online shopping. or massacring 101 dalmations. 

8. you can't think of a eighth reason, because you're thinking about those dries-style shoes your friend, who is not boycotting the shops, just purchased.

9. you've lost countless friends over the past year because you work too hard to go out, or you're too old to go out, or you're too busy to meet up, but somehow your wardrobe doubled in size in the same period. hm.

10. you rationalize that you're happier with more clothes and less friends anyway.

image conscious

testing out new image hosting options. Why has tinypic banned my IP address for violating terms of use, when I've never used tinypic before? haters. anyway, blogging in and of itself is essentially narcissistic, so of course I tested out image-hosting objects by uploading photos of myself. unfortunately, it took 2,000 years to upload and resize this image, because ImageShack is kind of slow, so there's just the one pic for now. I should be attending to other things on my one night off at home, my first in seemingly ages. 

bumped into some kids from high school today. It's always so awkward to run into people you used to be friends with but haven't seen in 13,432 years. you can't really do an update on the past decade of your life, but neither can you really do the hi-bye thing. you'd think two years at tatler would have given me enough experience in social niceties to deal with this kind of situation, but I prefer to retain all the natural charm of a blithering idiot as my off-duty self. 

there's a million and one things i should probably be doing now, and i'm doing exactly zero of them. since i'm not allowed to buy clothes, shoes or jewelry anymore either until next wednesday (although the embargo may self-extend like a time deposit because i still haven't made any room in the cavernous closet), i bought books and a vcd from flow, the used book store. purchased: best american short stories 1999, a thoroughly trashy-looking novel about a society columnist-cum-detective (sound familiar? the first part, at least, i guess...) and a copy of steven soderbergh's first big film, sex, lies, and videotape. i'm pretty excited about watching it, i need time to do a movie marathon and string it together back-to-back with gremlins and before sunset, another couple of old movies i recently acquired and need to find time to view. now would be a natural time, but it's sooo far to walk to the dvd player (3 feet = too far). in the meantime, let's take a moment to note that sex, lies, and videotape not only utilizes an all-lowercase title, much like this blog here, but also incorporates the serial comma. i was a big proponent of the serial comma, having studied and discussed it many times in college, plus having taught it at princeton review, but i have since unwittingly forsaken it because none of the publications i've ever written for seem to show any serial-comma lovin'. when i start writing recognise instead of recognize in my personal life, it will have gone too far.

quote of the day

"i can see your rolls. they're making me hungry."