Deb: It seems a lot has happened to you since we last spoke.
Deb: Sure. A lot has changed. Yes.

Deb: Can I begin by saying that you look great. Really great. That hair color looks fabulous on you.
Deb: Thanks.

Deb: It looks like you paid a lot of money for that color and cut, and not as if you hondled with the stylist for an hour until she gave you the price you wanted.
Deb: It was still too much.

Deb: You’re not famous yet, are you?
Deb: No. But I did manage to get a job.

Deb: And lose it.
Deb: And get it back. And lose it again. Phew! This city moves fast.

Deb: How did you manage to get hired and laid-off twice within a six month period. And by the same company?
Deb: It was really easier than I thought. I was working for an artsy-fartsy non-profit, which is run exclusively by people who know absolutely nothing about business. The organization keeps running out of money, so instead of fundraising or applying for grants, they just lay off half their work force. I was lucky enough to be considered expendable twice.

Deb: You sound a little bitter
Deb: No. I'm not bitter. I'm just feeling angry and betrayed. I'll get over it eventually.

Deb: You got married recently?
Deb: Oh. Yes, in January.

Deb: How has being married changed your life?
Deb: We have more towels now. And no place to store them.

Deb: I mean, conceptually. Do you think about your relationship differently now that you and Brian are married?
Deb: Well, if Brian were to incur a large gambling or credit card debt, the government could now come looking for me to collect. That’s weird, isn't it? We are also expected to employ the terms "my husband" and "my wife", which is pretty freaky. You know. Like: "My husband missed classes today, because he was too busy gambling away our savings," or "My wife hit me over the head with a pan after the government reposessed our TV."

Deb: Does Brian gamble?
Deb: No. And he doesn’t have a credit card either. Just a debit card with a Visa sign, thank god. So our nacient marriage is still a happy one.

Deb: I heard you lately went through some major medical trauma.
Deb: Yes. Well, no. Not major. But big enough for us. Because of a bizarre infection, Brian had to have the top third of his big toe removed. Neither of us have health insurance. Nor do we have any income right now. So we’re poor again.

Deb: What does this mean?
Deb: I guess it means I’ll have to put off buying any new wigs, which is really too bad. But we still have each other, and neither of us gambles. Which means there will be no medical bills as a result of head trauma due to repeated blows from a blunt skillet. Brian and I love each other too much for that.

Deb: Deb, girl, you may have lost your life’s savings, but you’ve still got your sass.
Deb: Do you know of a place where I can trade in sass for movie tickets, liquor, and designer jeans?

Deb: I’ll just have to wish you the best of luck on that one. Thanks for giving Debcentral the latest scoop.
Deb: Thank you for having me.