So this may end up being a cheap and dirty post. I found this article [link] to be interesting, though I have to say that “1 in 3 IKEA customers say they get more satisfaction from cleaning out their closets than from having sex” is maybe a bit hard to believe. Maybe they don’t have sex to begin with?
For the past 2 weeks I have been working on a presentation for a ultra-luxe resort in the Carribean. It’s pretty awesome. The client basically purchased over half of the island and is developing all of it. I sat in on the presentation earlier this week. I think it went very well. It will be huge if the firm gets the project. It kind of makes me want to hold off on grad school just so I can work on this project. That’s bad, right?
My mom got a puppy about a week and a half ago. Her name is Lily. She looks adorable.
UPDATE: Last night at dinner, somewhere between 2 glasses of sangria and a basket full of tortilla chips, I realized that if I were a character from Sex and the City I would probably be Charlotte. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being “big sissy queen,” the fact that such a thought even crossed my mind probably makes me an 8. I’m so gay. Seriously though, I am so a Charlotte.
