Last night I watched Annie Hall for the first time ever. I don't consider myself a Woody Allen fan, and I've only seen a few films of his anyway. And definitely not any of his early stuff. But I really liked it...a lot. It brought back that old familiar longing for New York. I need to be there. I feel like I'm missing out on life by staying ( Read more... )

I bowled a 79 the other night. My game is getting progressively worse and worse and worse each week. To some people, this would be no big deal. To me, it's a reason for depression. I'm way too competitive, even when not competing against anyone. But I do have a fancy schmancy bowling ball bag and a ball that hopefully works for me coming to me ( Read more... )

Ok. So I haven't updated in a while. Reason is I've had nothing to say. Last week my boss was out of the office, so I was completely bored most of the day, and yet still I could find nothing to say. Several times I pulled up the "update journal" screen and typed a few words, only to lose the inspiration and close the window. Now I feel like ( Read more... )

I feel like I need to update because I haven't done it in a couple of days, but I don't really have anything to say. Let's see what happens when I just start typing ( Read more... )

MoJo's Bar-B-Que is my best friend.

There is a giant rat in our building. My boss saw it run into her office yesterday when she got here early. There a two HUGE holes in Crystal's trash can from the rat. Her trash was apparently all over her office when the cleaning people came this weekend. Now, I'm not necessarily scared of rats. I don't have a phobia or anything, and actually ( Read more... )

I was a complete lazy bum this whole weekend. I know I said I wanted to drink my face off. I know I said I wanted to have a crazy weekend. But you know what? When it's raining outside and I have a fresh stash, my couch or yours is just as good an idea ( Read more... )

I have 87 movies on my Netflix queue, and it gets bigger every day. How am I going to watch all these movies ( Read more... )

If only I could shoot lasers out of my eyes.

The show's over. Sunday was kind of a bittersweet performance. Karl ended up crying during the last scene, which caused our pianist to start bawling. I held up pretty good, even through the curtain call. We got a standing ovation and it was quite emotional looking at the other guys and realizing this experience was over. I think I can honestly ( Read more... )