I suck at double tasking, in case you haven’t realized.

The move went really smoothly…more smooth than I think either of us could have imagined. We did not pay movers this time which was probably the smartest decision I’ve ever made in my life. Last year when I moved, I did hire movers. And they were hungover. Asking if the brownies I had put out were “special” brownies…when I said no, they did little to mask their disappointment. They stole my bottle of tequila leftover from my birthday party. Broke more of my things than anyone could imagine (furniture…they broke furniture. Do you know how hard it is to break furniture??) and overcharged my by hundreds of dollars from the original quote I was given. The only thing broken this time around was a picture frame–which Red stepped on the day after the move.

So, anyway, this move was so, so much better. Sean and I did several trips with boxes the week before the move. The day of, my friends Emily, DC and Jeff came over in the morning and pretty much jumped right in bringing stuff down to the moving truck. Emily and I finished packing up boxes while the men grunted and lifted and threw their backs out. We also entertained the dogs so they didn’t freak out too much…not that that did a whole lot of good. After the truck was packed, the guys went over to the new apartment to unload (since the truck could only take 3 people anyway) and Emily and I stayed at the old place and cleaned. We ate greasy Chinese food and toasted with ginger ale to leaving BedStuy FOREVER.

2009 is already off to a better start…

Why do we have to preface something uncool by saying, “hey, I know it’s not cool to do this, but just for this one instance, I don’t care if it’s cool or not.” Why do we have to be concerned with whether or not something is cool to begin with?

And who the hell ever decided that Kid Rock is cool? Was it the same person who decided that Katy Perry should be allowed to wear that? And why am I ashamed that I totally know who Katy Perry is?

The point is, if I was holding a Death Cab for Cutie CD in my left hand and a Dixie Chicks CD in my right hand, and I couldn’t buy both of them, so I had to choose one… I would so chose the NOT COOL one.

And I don’t know, maybe I really am getting old, but I’m starting not to care about indie cred anymore. Actually, I’ve never cared about Indie cred but always used to PRETEND to care about it, cause the hottest guys were totally into that sort of thing. Like, I remember one time I was at live show for some really terrible band that everyone loved for some reason and I started chatting up this obviously ridiculed-in-high-school kid who probably played drums in some small three-piece with his friends in the basement of one of their mom’s house in Long Island. And he was talking about the latest Taking Back Sunday album, and he asked me what I thought about it, and I was like, yeah dude, it’s a total psychedelic epic. And the only reason I said that was not because I had ever listened to the album or cared at all who the hell Taking Back Sunday was but because I figured I had about a 60% chance of sounding legit.

::Side Note: I later learned that a friend of mine from high school is one of the members of Taking Back Sunday and is apparently a big deal. Totally the hot guy in the band.::

Anyway, I think it’s time I stop hiding it and instead fess up, with like, really brazen, uncontrolled, totally-not-indie abandon. By the way, there is a very good chance I may be single after I spout off this list, cause Sean is totally an Indie Cred kind of guy:

• I loved American Idol.
• I pronounce “here” like “herre”.
• I have watched every episode of Psych since the first season.
• I watched every episode of the first season of Felicity and actually cried when she chose Ben.
• I own the soundtrack to St. Elmo’s Fire, What I Like About You and Will & Grace.
• I saw N’Sync in concert. And danced their exact choreography with my best friend, Michelle in the 5th row.
• I used to send fan mail to Jordan Knight.
• I bought my dog a pink sweater and have, on several occasions, forced her to wear it just because it looks so effing cute.
• My favorite Friend is so not Phoebe. But I love comparing myself to Rachel.
• I brew Starbucks coffee almost everyday because it’s free.
• I don’t own a single Modest Mouse album even though I pretended for years that I was fan. Mostly to get dates.
• I once interviewed Jon Stewart and threw up in his dressing room bathroom I was so nervous about meeting him.
• I love every Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan movie.
• I don’t think Tom Cruise is gay.

• I can name every cast member from every season of The Real World.

• I still know every word to every song in “Grease 2″ and can mime the entire Gonna Score Tonight bowling sequence, beginning to end.

I think that’s enough for now. Are you all going to stop visiting my site now?

I am thankful that Luna hasn’t attacked any other dogs since February. I am also thankful that none of her victim’s owners have sued me.

Although I miss home and wish I were with my family over the holidays, I am thankful to have such amazing friends in the city who take me in like the pathetic orphan I am. I am also thankful that these friends are AMAZING cooks.

I am thankful that I have not yet burnt down my kitchen making side dishes for today.

And lastly, I’m thankful for my crazy family…without whom, I’d be totally sane. And really–who needs sanity?

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!