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You Are a Life Blogger!

Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary. If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.

What kind of blogger are you?

Yep, that's me in the picture, loafing away at my former job where I started this blog. See the red hair?

So the lastest on My Friday-to-Sunday Life of Revolving Roommates:

All 5 of the contestants were really great, smart, successful, beautiful women. Just meeting 5 awesome gals was fun in and of itself.

Two of them right off the bat I knew wouldn't be suitable. One had no personality at all. The other was chilly, and European. (I did that in 2002, but at least that European was a fellow swanky redhead.)

Three were awesome. The third runner up:

A very tall, strong-looking blonde attorney, who specialized in tenancy and general apartment-type law. She gav me quite the treatise on renters insurance and practically made me sign an affadavit stating I would obtain it RIGHT NOW. I know, I should have it. Especially after my current roommate almost burned the place down a few times with unattended candles. I'll get around to it. But you're gonna lecture me now?

This gal told me I was her first choice, but frankly, I don't think she was being very discriminatory. My place and the neighborhood has everything she could need, and she was sick of looking at places. However, she has already backed out, since she decided her furniture wouldn't fit.

Thanks for playing!

Second Runner Up:

This was hard. I completely fell in love with this girl. She's short, mousey, wears glasses, has unimginative, loose-fitting clothes and a clean, neat, forgettable hairstyle. She's a teacher - specifically a tutor on the sets of movies, Broadway Shows, and a few TV shows. She stutters. I swear I just wanted to hug her. She is the sweetest, most adorable thing I've ever seen. However, let's face it, I'm a snarky, talkative, flamboyant gal. I might drive her up the wall. But I'd really make an effort to be quiet! And humble! And I'd promise not to drag her to my hairstylist, or suggest she wear sexier clothes, or chat up every hot straight guy I meet. Not that I really meet a lot of hot straight guys. But I digress.

The drawback here is that she already has a first choice apartment - a share in a HEOWGE place on Riverside Drive at 74th Street. One of those impossibly huge apartments in those ancient buildings that never come available. I completely understood, and wished her well, and if it doesn't work out, call me!

My favorite contestant: The Marketing Director!

This snappy, sassy, stylish young thirty-something hails from New Jersey, but spent the better part of the last decade in Los Angeles in Marketing. She is also a writer and music buff. She is as chatty as me (no really!), and has a constant smile. The perkiness is off the scale! We have a lot in common, and she is in many ways my dream roommate.

However, I haven't heard from her since 11:30 Saturday, when she bopped down the stairs and out of my building. I emailed her this morning... no response yet. Come on, Cynthia!! We've got a lease to sign! And curtains to pick out! And makeup tips to swap!

The fine print:
I still do not have a new roommate. I have four days to get one before my landlord starts... acting like a scared landlord. Fortunately, I have consulted my attorney, and I may not be quite as screwed as I feared. I cannot post about this in detail, but hopefully I can live here a bit longer than February 15th.

I contacted ONE more person today by email, and she is going to come see the place tomorrow night. She works at the Victoria's Secret Design Studio. I like her already.

The Plug:

Seriously. If any of you out there know anyone who is

* CLEAN. No really, I mean uses spray cleaners, mops, toilet brushes, and the like at least on a monthly basis

* not allergic to cats, and doesn't have any pets

* Gainfully employed at a regular job, and can prove it with pay stubs or tax records

* Moral, honest, drug-free, non-smoking, and won't empty my liquor cabinet the first month they are here

Oh, who am I kidding. I don't even know anybody like that.

You see why this is so hard for me.

WISH ME LUCK.