Metropolitan Man.

My mom is funny. She told me about how a girl she works with lost 30 pounds and how everyone thinks she looks fantastic. The conversation went like this:

M: "Yea, and she has this friend one of those you know, metropolitian man" (note that "man" is singular, not plural, like Caveman)
S: "You mean metrosexual?"
M: "Yea, that's it!"

I have been having strange dreams lately. I'm not sure if I wrote about this, but I dreamt that my Dad left my mother to persuit a gay relationship with our creepiest customer--spandex man. He's this weirdo who shaves his legs and looks like a party porcipine and tries to talk to every women in the cafe. He "reads" magazines but just looks over the top the whole time. Anyways, in the dream, he and my dad would come in and laugh over lattes, and shop at Old Navy together in search of matching polo shirts. I hate that customer more than ever.

The other dream was that josh and I got married--on water slides! We each wore white bathing suits and said "I do!" just as we went off the end into the water. Everyone cheered.

There have been a few things on the horizion and i'm kind of torn about what to do:
Supervisor position at work: I don't know whether or not to apply. I want more money but don't want people irritated.
Re-hired at Club Monaco: The manager offered me my job back. I would love to have 50% off on nice clothing and it's in my backyard. But I will spend all my money on clothes. Also confusing
Europe trip: Emily and I are thinking of taking a trip to Europe. It will be expensive. I want to do it but am...ahh....stressed.
School for next year: A few ideas but nothing concrete.
Visiting Kathy in three weeks: Definately a go!

Well, bye.