I now have 9 'new' pieces of clothing and wonder about the effects of SuperSize Me.  Is it a mere coincidence that I finished watching that movie shortly before walking out the door, only to discover that pant sizes that have always welcomed me into their legs now might not even let me button them?  Did having (a tiny amount) of icecream for breakfast break all hell loose?  Have I gained a (substitute wine/mixed drinks for:) beerbelly?  More weight would be fine- I'm not suggesting otherwise- I'm just confused that in the course of a few days, I can go from drowning in clothes to overflowing them.  Maybe it's that last time, it was at a department store (meaning this thrift-store stint may have shrunken clothes)?  Anyway, all that to say that I now have a wider variety of 'work clothes,' and I don't know how to accommodate my expanding (no pun intended) wardrobe to a presentable state for my parents' arrival next Saturday.  I won't be home 'til Wednesday night, so maybe I should plan from afar? or kick thing under the bed like I did growing up?  My walls are so bare, though- it's time to break out the hammer & nails!

I think I intended to compare Perfect Stranger w/ another movie, but now I can't think of what.  All I know is that  sans the excessive foul language, I thought it was riveting.  It is interesting how our experiences and perspectives change our view of reality.  <the other movie is Frequency, a favorite of mine- but now I'm tired of the computer, so won't do the topic justice at this time>

Lastly, I just want to say that although I love you, I do not want to marry you.  It seems rather natural to want a relationship with someone who is nice, likes you, treats you well, you find attractive, have numerous commonalities- but why?  And what does it take to leave it at being friends?  There are plenty of people that I value- is it fair of them to think they're different than anyone else in the world?  Is it fair of me to get upset?  I think it is great when we are comfortable around each other and feel accepted, et cetera.   When does that go too far?  Why do I sound so self-centered?  Happy Saturday.