Stop!
One of the directors who specializes in all things technology at my work lives on a farm, with horses. Huh? That's like...Bill Gates being Amish.
I've recently gotten into the show, 'The Sopranos'. I've got all the seasons downloaded and my boyfriend and I literally waste weekends away trying to predict who's gonna get 'clipped' next. It's good times but I think I'm developing a severe case of Italian turrets. I should probably get these little sprouts of hair on my chest checked out too.
I ate a whole tub of potato salad by myself last week. Even my loveable cocker-poo, Tootsie, stared at me disapprovingly as I belched potato-ey goodness for days.
My boyfriends' family from Montreal spent the week with us about a month ago. During their stay, all my dreams were in fake French/Vietnamese. Have you ever seen that Friends episode where Phoebe tries to teach Joey French and he keeps repeating back in jibberish? i.e. "bah-bee bleh, blah blu blee". Yeah, that's exactly how it sounded, except in my dreams I was perfectly coherent.
Anyone catch the VMAs? I tuned in just to see her highness, Britney Spears. I was hoping to see something wild to happen but instead they gave her three awards. Seriously? Could they make it any more obvious that they don't want her committing suicide? They're awards, not capsules of sanity, guys.
Damn you, Mother Nature, how is it autumn already!? I feel like I was robbed of my summer. There was so much rain this year, instead of walking Tootsie I could have strapped a harness on him and brushed up on my wakeboarding.
You know what I miss having? Money and a life. Mostly money though because a life almost always comes with it.
P.S. I swear I'm not a hater, I love Brit-Brit!
I've recently gotten into the show, 'The Sopranos'. I've got all the seasons downloaded and my boyfriend and I literally waste weekends away trying to predict who's gonna get 'clipped' next. It's good times but I think I'm developing a severe case of Italian turrets. I should probably get these little sprouts of hair on my chest checked out too.
I ate a whole tub of potato salad by myself last week. Even my loveable cocker-poo, Tootsie, stared at me disapprovingly as I belched potato-ey goodness for days.
My boyfriends' family from Montreal spent the week with us about a month ago. During their stay, all my dreams were in fake French/Vietnamese. Have you ever seen that Friends episode where Phoebe tries to teach Joey French and he keeps repeating back in jibberish? i.e. "bah-bee bleh, blah blu blee". Yeah, that's exactly how it sounded, except in my dreams I was perfectly coherent.
Anyone catch the VMAs? I tuned in just to see her highness, Britney Spears. I was hoping to see something wild to happen but instead they gave her three awards. Seriously? Could they make it any more obvious that they don't want her committing suicide? They're awards, not capsules of sanity, guys.
Damn you, Mother Nature, how is it autumn already!? I feel like I was robbed of my summer. There was so much rain this year, instead of walking Tootsie I could have strapped a harness on him and brushed up on my wakeboarding.
You know what I miss having? Money and a life. Mostly money though because a life almost always comes with it.
P.S. I swear I'm not a hater, I love Brit-Brit!