Teen Girliness (with crappy cell phone photo evidence)

My company hired a big pile of of new people last week, and a few days ago they were herded through my office area on a meet-other-departments style field trip. I looked around at my desk and realized that, if one were to guess my personality/age/interests based on the junk decorating my cubicle, they'd probably assume I was a fourteen year old girl.

I have a small purple hair troll, and an O'Fortune Beanie Baby. (I am not into Beanie Babies, but he was a gift from a co-worker to celebrate my St. Patrick's day birthday, and he is quite dashing in his little green hat and bow tie.)

Pinned up to my cubicle walls I have several pages cut from a Mary Englebreit page-a-day calendar I had a few years ago; one with cutesy doves that says, "There is no more lovely, friendly, and charming relationship, communion, or company than a good marriage", and one with a cutesy bride and groom that says, "What greater thing is there for two human souls to feel that they are joined for life". Sure, husband/marriage is slightly better than boyfriend/hopeless unrequited crush, but it's still the same gist.

I have a photo of my cat.

I have an "I heart Jim" (from The Office) coffee mug full of pens.

Most incrimiating of all, due to the aforementioned calendar debacle, I have a Twilight calendar with a photo of Bella and Edward on it.

I look around at all this stuff, slightly embarrassed at the ridiculousness and teen girliness of it all, and then I glance down and see my fingernails, which, in celebration of the Oscars last weekend, I painted bright sky blue. With a top layer of glitter.

All right, I give up. I'm going to go buy some Hello Kitty jewelry and a Tiger Beat magazine.   :)