1. Trying to stretch about 20 minutes of work into a 5-hour time span is more difficult than it may first appear.
2. Go download the acoustic version of "Days Go By" by Dirty Vegas. It's ridiculously beautiful. I'm smitten with it.
3. I have a song stuck in my head and I don't know who sings it or what it's called. All I know is that there is one line in it that goes, "I just want a boyfriend with a brain cell." For some reason, that's highly amusing.
4. Jim-Bob clearly has entirely too much free time on his hands. All I can say is that when I got to work today, there was quite an interesting picture of me and some rather pornographic stories taped to the computer. Apparently yesterday, while I was out, the picture was hanging up in the main office. I almost love my job.
5. I despise Bruce Springsteen. I'm sorry, I know that goes against my duty as an American and all, but I CANNOT endure that "Rising" song another minute! I just keep thinking he's saying. "Come on, get Verizon..." which brings to mind this image of the "Can you hear me now?" guy at a Springsteen concert. Also, who is that guy in the do rag sharing a microphone with him? Who ever he is, I think he totally sweats Brucie's nutsack.
6. I HATE doing laundry. Why does my underwear always end up dropped somewhere in the parking lot? That's embarassing.
7. Gale Harold is painfully beautiful. The man is so attractive that it hurts me to look at him.
Oh. Okay, so I'm going to take this opportunity to rant about my fucking Fam 253 class. I only looked forward to this dumb thing all summer, and how many classes have we had yet? 4? And how many times have we actually talked about SEX? 0. None. Zippy. No, wait, our teacher likes to tell us repeatedly about working for CDC and about how many people in Lexington probably have an STD, which is beneficial and all, but I don't remember signing up for a health class. Maybe I was hoping to acquire a copy of the Kama Sutra or something. I dunno.
Anywho, the point is, it's becoming a struggle to go. I keep thinking, "I could go eat instead. Or better yet, take a nap!" And who is going to miss me, really? We had a guest speaker on Tuesday to talk to us about sexuality in China. Well, I know more about the educational system in China than I ever thought possible. But did I know any more about sex in those parts at 3:15 on Tuesday than I did at 1:55?
The answer is a resounding "HELL NO."
My mother is turning into my grandmother. She left a message on my voice mail that approached 10 minutes, I think. Most of it was to tell me about the deer in our backyard. And to tell me that she misses Matt. One of these days, I'm just gonna give her HIS phone number so she'll leave me alone.
I still have one more hour here. Please give me something to do. I've gotta think of just revenge for Jim-Bob...and I'm totally open to suggestions.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23