back in the saddle.

Heavens, me. It's been about three years since my weary fingers have blasted the keyboard with "wise" words from the chuntress. Too much has happened in between and I'll spare whatever four readers I have left the grim details. One thing you must know, my San Fran days are behind me and I'm glad about it. Also, my ridiculous dating chronicles have come to a happy ending. No I'm not married, just done bouncing from one popped collar to the next and thanks to the wonders of technology and the death of Michael Jackson, I was reunited with my first love. It's the bomb!

I re-read my headline today. That thing about being dramatic like xanax and lines and bourbon and such. Funny, stuff. I also started reading some of my posts. I wanted to pour myself a glass of wine, but remembered I'm on this whole body cleanse and can't even think about touching adult beverages. Back to the text. What in god's name was I thinking? Why did I ever stop blogging? The evolution of le chuntress is sheer hilarity. The adventures, the calamity, the diction, it's all there.

Like I said above, a lot has changed. I'm older, more honest, more seasoned and no longer buying into HBO's bull (thanks for the delusions SATC, but you can crawl back into your 90's cave now). And with that, prepare yourself for a fresh setting (long beach), a few new characters, wacky adventures and some quality blogging...

sorry doesn't cut it

I've been avoiding even looking at le blog, chuntress. I feel guilty. I've even begun to avoid checking my email. I'm ashamed.

I was once so good at responding to email and blogging...what's happening to me? I haven't even posted a dlisted quote. Times are hards, kids. Ok not really. I've just been busy. And before I go any further, I hate when people tell me they're too busy. I think it's rude. On one level I can understand it, but on the other hand it's a bit offensive when someone brushes you off with the "I'm busy." You all can hate me. I hate me today.

So I had date #2 with Nick. I still like him. I appreciate his attitude--it's refreshing. I told him I was reading and like a considerate fellow he brought a book over for himself in the event that I wanted to continue reading. Uh before you go and label him a sap (because I know how you readers work), I must tell you that he makes decisions and commits to them. In fact, he makes executive decisions. If he's not up for something, he's very forthcoming with his opinions. Ahhh my kind of guy. None of this crazy banker maddness. We had dinner at EOS and shared a wonderful dessert. Need I say more?

In other exciting news, work is still great and I have a cocktail get together with a former leg model. I'm interested to see how this goes. Speed dating is this Wednesday and like the sorry liar that I'm turning into, I'm not going. Stop judging me! I have someone coming to look at my apartment. Yes the day is almost upon us....you know what I'm talking about.

This is a stream of consciousness post and I'm really over it. I'm not into things lacking structure or having a focus. So expect more posts soon, but thank me for allowing you to taste a morsel of ridiculosity.

new attitude

So I won't say much except that my new job is perfect. I don't forsee complaining in my future (who am I kidding, i'm still me). But I really like my co-workers, the office, everything. It's even ok to read dlisted.

Does a job get any better than that?

updates...

Omg, bad blogger in full force...

I'm proud to announce that my days of unemployment are over. It was fun while it lasted--I think. I'm begin working for a fairly well-known magazine, which is just what I've always wanted. I don't think I've ever been this excited about a new job. How sweet is it, that you my devoted readers have followed me from one job to the next. Don't expect anymore talk of unemployment or job searching or job changing...this one has serious staying power. I'm not leaving unless they kick me out.

In other news Monte Carlo Night is almost here and I cannot wait. I want to see all of our hard work come together and I want to be able to sleep at night without worry about emails, phone calls, and to-do lists.

I'm tired. But there is always time for dlisted.

boring. don't read this post.

I'm finding it rather interesting that in my jobless state, I am the most busy I have ever been. I can imagine that all of you want to pull me by my pony and slap me in the mouth for saying this again. Yeah, I'm tired of typing it. But I'm really just trying to make a point here. I'm trying to create some lame excuse as to why I have been a bad blogger.

In college I used to send these emails to my professors saying how my paper would be two hours late and I'd sign it, "I'm so sorry, your very bad student, Candace." They loved it and to this day get a kick of it. They excused my bad behavior and that could be why I'm so naughty with my blog these days. ENOUGH. Let's talk updates people....

Guess who's back on? Yes, uh huh. Le Banker. So nice to feel that sense of security again. I missed him. I was a bitch (shut your mouth) and Amanda even told me what I did wrong. She was right. There was a reason why he wasn't talking and it had a lot to do with some hot mess that was getting in the way.

In other news, I'm off to New York next with my favorite hot couple of the day, Laura and David. Sadly, however Oscar aka Mr. Blackpants will not be joining. He doesn't like New York. He's more of an East Bay type guy. I owe you input from the Academy of Art Fashion Show. When Kim sends photos, I will talk. I have a great topic to touch on. So stay tuned.

i gotta new attitude

I've had a face lift and I didn't even have to leave blogspot. Obviously "chuntress" has had a little reconstructive surgery, not me. I was getting bored of black. As I said to Ralph the other day, "g(r)ay is the new black." Everything manages to be the new black at some point or another so I don't really know how much weight that saying has. Regardless, I'm going to ride out the wave of gray being insanely sexy, stylish, and much more myterious than black (Viktor & Rolf are totally going gray).

A true visionary can successfully pull off a reinvention. I mean, Madonna has done it so why can't I? Madonna has also had a face lift (she could use another), so why can't I? My blog has just gone from "Material Girl" to "Bedtime Stories" in like 30 seconds. As I always like to remind you, my reader, be jealous!

No worries, content will remain the same--unentertaining recounts of my drunk weekends, the cicular ramblings of my love life (wanting one and not wanting one), complaints, absurd fantasies, my love of Vogue magazine, frivilious spending (eventhough I'm broke), bitching, hating, and those special posts where I see the light of God and say something that makes me seem like a compassionate being. Welcome, kittens.

*Madge circa Bedtime Stories era