December 17, 2004

I would lick a frozen flagpole for $5.00. Any takers?

Come on people, I've got a college loan to pay.

December 15, 2004

I'm blogging at work. This means one of two things: A) I've got nothing better to do, or B) People won't leave me alone about not blogging. *Survey says B*

I now have bangs. For those of you who know me, I haven't had bangs since I was a small lass in New Boston. They look pretty good, if I do say so myself. I have also discovered the glories of diet sprite...it's like bubbly water :) Work is doing this thing called 'why weight' and brought in Jarrod from Subway to kick it off...they also have strategically placed scales EVERYWHERE in all of the buildings. I can't pass up a scale (which is why I don't own one) without standing on it. Is it fair to take 5 lbs off for clothes and shoes?

Okay, back to work.


Melissa: you owe me a dollar

October 24, 2004

Now that I think I've ran everyone off from looking at my blog daily, I will resume posting...that way if I post about boring things the only person I disappoint is me.

Yesterday my good friend from college got married. She and her fiance/husband paid for everything themselves. That was very respectable. I can't believe she's married! Kind of makes me feel like I'm way behind everyone. My sister's pregnant and moving away to North Carolina. Everyone's life is changing but mine. I guess I don't really mind it though. One day I'll get out of this hell hole and start a real life, but until then I'm happy in my studio apartment with my dog and cat.

The movie "Shall We Dance" was pretty good, well, better than I thought it would be. There was a very awesome part of the movie where Susan Sarandon's character said "people get married so someone can witness their life." It was a really long explanation, but I am sticking with that.

I bought a Wisp air freshener today. It's on the lowest setting and still burning my eyes. Good stuff.

August 17, 2004

I went and did it again. I bought Message in a Bottle, with Robin Wright Penn and Kevin Costner. Granted my favorite author is Nicholas Sparks, who wrote the romantic novel that the movie is based on, so I shouldn't have expected any less than total waterworks. Why do I love the stories that will never ever happen in real life? Darn estrogen.