1. I have long, size 10 feet.

2. I have a color fetish.

3. I'm OCD about numbers, based on contextual structure. I follow people on Twitter in multiples of six. I upload Flickr photos in multiples of two. I size CSS element and photo pixels in multiples of two or five. Odd numbers (in pixels) drive me nuts!

4. I never, ever forget someone's face. If I have seen someone before, I instantly recognize them, regardless of whether I remember their name, or the last time I saw them, or if they have changed their hairstyle/appearance in any way.

5. When I'm not on prescription benzos, my facial expressions -- especially when I'm infuriated or bored -- tell all. My expression cannot hide how I feel inside!

6. I was the geek with taped glasses, highwaters, and unruly hair that no one liked in middle school. By senior year, I was hated for the exact opposite reason.

7. I've been doing this web thing since I was 11. Never knew that it would end up paying the bills.

8. I play dumb sometimes to see how naive people think I am. I can usually tell when someone is using me or associating with me solely for personal gain. I'll play along if I think I can teach that person a lesson in the end.

9. I'd do almost anything to be back in coastal Los Angeles in the near future. I had never felt happier than I was when I was there. Not for the people (some of them are awful)... But for the scenery, the lax attitude there, everything. I can't explain how or why I felt at incredible peace in LA.

10. Money and material things are not, nor will they ever be, my everything.

"But it ain't even gotta be like that..."

I don't know what it is about my chemistry with girls. I like most girls, I really do, but some get it in their minds that I'm stuck up and that I automatically can't get down with them before they even give me a chance. IDK. Anyway, the other night me & my girl Steph went out to the bar and she brought a friend (who I'd met before) and we met with said girl's boyfriend and some other dudes. I so didn't expect a sausage fest, especially since Trent wasn't with me and one of these grody dudes was trying to hit on me (Guy: You're cute! Me: Thanks... Steph: Um yeah, she's TAKEN.) LOL I love my girls. Anyway I drank a wee bit much (let's see... 12oz of sake, three martinis, & some Japanese beer) and before I knew it, I was toasted. I always underestimate the power of the martini since I have only been drinking them for maybe a year.

All I know is, I go to the bathroom, I come back out, and ol' girl (Steph's friend) has broken the table at which we were sitting because her boyfriend told her that I followed him into the bathroom and came onto him. ROFLMAO. Okay, I went into the bathroom ALONE -- which was later confirmed, admited by dude himself who had actually came in after me (Bento has a unisex bathroom). Dude was a drama queen, and had been staring at me all night and I barely acknowledged him. He treated his girl like crap the entire time & then had the nerve to tell her I was hitting on him. Before I had the chance to defend myself (and likely cause a scene myself), Steph carries me home and I go to bed fuming (poor Trent had to listen to my drunken cursing all night).

I talked to Stephanie today and everything's OK, even with the girl friend (I guess Steph broke down to her that her boyfriend's a d*ck on the way home). But, it makes me not want to chill with some girls, yanno? I guess me & Steph'll fly solo from now on. Maybe. Ridiculousness.

Pictures:

Me & Stephie poo after a couple martinis

Who was this guy? I don't remember but he was the only non-skeev at the table

Me & Lady Hercules (before she broke the table)

I suppose Steph & I really DO have much more fun when we go out alone. Even if we end up in a loft apt downtown drinking top-shelf wine with well-to-do thirty-something's after VIP'ing at Spice Bar for a night. Crazyyyy random times me & this girl have. But I love her.

You'd think he was her boyfriend. We were feelin' good & met these nice guys at a concession stand across from the nightclub. "Can I get a hotdog?" LOL!

Bedtime for moi.

I value all experience I acquired from my previous full-time administrative office position. Servicing clients over the phone and via email was an everyday thing. It's one thing to have your boss tapping your telephone conversations with clients and monitoring your email to ensure "quality assurance." It's quite another to have gone freelance, when quality assurance for your clients becomes optional (hehe) yet highly important to retain their business.

Being able to "mute" emails at any given time is tempting, especially when your less-than-tech-savvy clientele are emailing with every whimsical idea they get for their website and wants your input. However, no client wants to feel ignored, and they will pick up on the fact that you are putting their tasks on the backburner.

When I picked up on the fact that a client was on the verge of frustration, and especially because fees had just been raised for my business, I began to fall back on the idea of quality assurance. So, I went through each and every email they had sent in the past week, responded to each one, and delivered on their requests and more. Going above and beyond sometimes is all it takes. And now, said client is delighted with progress made on their website this week, and all invoicing is up-to-date and paid with no complaints.

A happy client is a returning client and one less headache (...and one less past-due invoice, in some cases).

In other events, a client of mine shot me an email of a picture of her new storefront sign. Guess what? I designed it! *geeksqueal* Sure, it's not the most extravagant design ever, but just knowing that one of my Photoshop creations has been materialized on the other side of the country, proudly displayed as a startup boutique's storefront sign, makes me feel all bubbly inside.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

From now on marsadie.onsugar.com will be about Marsadie! You can find Makeup Junkie here. Stay tuned until I get things reorganized!