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a moral dilemma.

i have a shopping problem. there i said it. i admit it. i own it (or want to – if i can wear it!). it’s no secret that the shopaholic books are my absolute favorite (before they ruined them by making that atrocious movie!). sadly, i find them completely relatable, hilarious, and oh-so-very-true! (sophie kinsella ~ call me! let’s be bff.) anyway, i digress…

now i have an even bigger problem (no, it isn’t my lack of employment. or funds). one of my favorite (and ridiculously overpriced) stores recently made an error (in my favor ~ i know, i thought that was a myth that only happened in ‘chance’ cards in monopoly) and i now own a pair of $100 pants that i didn’t pay for. i can’t bring myself to wear the pants…and i haven’t yet taken them back (i know i should…right?!) so, what do i do?

i mean, i spend lots and lots of money at this store and they do have an outrageous mark up on their items…
but, i can’t reconcile that justification with the fact that i know the right thing to do would be to take them back…
oooor do i just pay it forward and give the pants to a friend??

help,
a confused shopaholic.

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love without the handles.

happy february!

it’s the month of la-la-la-LOVE!

which is sooooo appropriate since my bestie just got ENGAGED! (it actually happened last month, but i was sworn to silence until she made the official announcement. and since she’s my only reader, it made no difference!)

that’s right, folks…another one bites the dust!

j to the k. i couldn’t be happier for her.

just wanted to wish a quick, but still extremely heartfelt, CONGRATS! to my one reader: when you tie the knot, may it never come loose.

…and to say that since i’m currently in intense training for a class, the blog posts may suffer for a bit.

cheers to LOVE! without the handles.

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i’m a best friend whore.

lots of people collect things:
shot glasses.
teapots. (my mom)
those weird little spoons. (i don’t get that – it’s bizarre)
matches. (me)
boots. (me)
jeans. (me)
sunglasses (someone who i’m not permitted to mention in my blog)
best friends! (me, again.)

when it comes to best friends, i’m hard pressed to pick just one.

there are five gals that i went to high school with and am still very very close to and i consider them all my besties.

(i’m not comfortable naming names because my wildly popular blog invites stalkers. no, that’s not true. i don’t have any readers. just you girls. but still…i shall honor your privacy)

without further ado:

gal #1: loves everyone and everything (mostly). has the best laugh in the world. and i just adore the crap outta her. she’s so sweet that i worry about her sometimes, i’m completely overprotective of her…but she’s a tough little cookie. she can handle herself. however! if anyone hurt her, i wouldn’t hesitate to cut someone.

gal #2: my sounding board when i’m feeling a little crazy. she supplies me with wise mind, a fresh pair of eyes to see the situation with, and most importantly, wears the same shoe size as me. she’s my little bookend. (and closer to wise mind than i’ll ever be, but i’d never ever admit that to her)

gal #3: my courageous one. she’s the one with an air of mystery about her. (i’ve always wanted an air of mystery, but can’t seem to attain one. i think it’s because i talk too much. and overshare. all the time. oh well.) she’s also my favorite activity partner. i can always count on her to join me for a fun workout class or a hike. i love her for her honesty (she’s quick to tell you how she feels and i respect that!) and her spirit.

gal #4: i call her my sister. we’ve been through some rough patches (we used to be very alike). she’s a bit of a drifter. at times we’re super close and other times we will go weeks without talking. in any case, in my heart she remains.

gal #5: the milf. if you knew this girl in high school, she’d probably be the last girl you’d guess would be married with two (gorgeous) kids. she was my first friend in high school and the one that i was the closest to throughout the years. she’s more than a friend, she’s like a part of my family. my dad considers her his other daughter. she’s the one that knows all my secrets, all my fears, and all that matters in my life.

there are a handful more (specifically two) that i refer to as my best friends as well and i know there are several more that refer to me as their besties. i must say, there are few things more flattering than being introduced to someone as “shirin, my best friend”. i get so giddy when i hear it. i love love love it. when my pals say it, i hear “this is shirin. out of all my friends, she is the BEST, my FAVORITE. all the others come after her.” hence, i win!

and if you know me, then you’re well aware: i play to win. or not at all.

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happy birthday month to me.

it’s the start of the month that marks the last year of my twenties.

seriously? when did that happen? where have i been? oh yeah, spain, kansas, d.c., key west, italy, almost cabo, vegas, nyc, mexico, monterey, fresno, palm springs, around the block, stuck in my head, the men’s locker room, and a couple other places…

it seems like yesterday when my best friend, christina, and i were tramping it up in vegas sitting on the laps of the the guys with the rock n’ roll good looks. that was EIGHT years ago. 8! really? geez. i’ve done far less with a decade than i anticipated.

some highlights. i’ve:
been to spain.
seen the running of the bulls.
had a boyfriend cheat on me.
fallen in love with san sebastian.
cried over a boy on september 11th instead of the towers.
terrorized vegas almost every weekend of 2002.
became an english major.
had my heart broken. it hurt.
done new year’s eve in times square.
cheated on a boyfriend.
gotten engaged.
lived in kansas.
broken someone’s heart.
gotten my nose pierced.
watched one of my best friends get married.
been to key west. twice.
learned to surf.
visited chicago with my best friends.
had cosmetic surgery. (yes, my nose is custom. i’m persian. it’s expected)
gotten my nose re-pierced.
traveled throughout italy with my mom.
moved in with a boyfriend.
failed at my relationship.
failed a college course.
graduated college.
scored a big-girl job.
adopted the cutest pup on the planet.
failed to train the cutest pup on the planet.
failed to cry for almost an entire year.
cried at everything for weeks.
fallen in love.
fallen out of love.
fallen in love again.
gone skydiving with my brother.
written a love letter.
written a like letter.
hurt a friend.
watched my dad battle cancer.
watched a friend lose a dad to cancer.
lost my last grandparent to cancer.
watched britney in concert three times.
became pals with cuba gooding jr.
made an ass of myself in front of usher.
stalked jt. (and britney)
baked an amazing cheesecake.
been thrown a surprise party.
peed my pants.
listened to a friend in an abusive relationship.
started a blog.

i’m having major anxiety about the start of my last year of my twenties. there’s SO much i still want to do. how in the world do you fit it all in before you die?!

i’m having so much more trouble with this year than any of the previous ones. obvi, i can’t do anything about it. and besides, ‘age only matters if you’re a cheese.’ but still, the years go by quickly. and the days so slowly…go figure.