I'm still here. Haven't forgotten about you. But I just haven't found a the time to compose any thoughts lately. I think if I did blog now, it would just be an incoherent basket of statements and thoughts such as:
Chocolate milk is quite possibly my favorite food in the world. And yes, I consider it a food.
I'm still amazed at the ridiculousness of the White Lies chardonnay concept.
I have a sun burn on my nose.
Why the hell can't I get to bed before 11PM during the week? It makes me a zombie by the time Friday afternoon rolls around.
I think I actually like Ashton Kutcher as an actor. And I'm not ashamed to admit that.
I don't know how to mail-merge okay? I hate not being able to do simple administrative tasks. It makes me feel dependent on an assistant. It makes me feel like a man.
I have a client meeting in 35 minutes and should be preparing for that instead of doing this.
Being a reformed nail-biter means that you have to spend a fair amount of time on nail filing. They just keep growing, and I just have to keep filing. Odd concept. Still getting used to it.
I have a video due back at Hollywood video tomorrow by noon. How much you want to bet that I forget to take it back tonight and get some monster late fees?
When I'm rich and fabulous, I'm going to hire a service to clean my car (inside and out) once a week. I dislike having a dirty car. But I dislike cleaning it more.
That's all I've got. Brain is one empty. Gas tank is not. (But wallet is)
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Sounds like you must be having BOY trouble?
Among other things.
I don't know if "trouble" is the right word- that makes it sounds so...negative.
I've been told its more like "baggage."
oh get over it! Just file away your woes, I'm also having trouble with the long nails; I can either have long lucious nails OR play guitar and type. Not both. Ashton is talented, he just has a candy-a** name. Poor guy. Your car issues sound like my apt. I think things spotless, I just don't like de-spotting.
I bite my nails. We have a kind of love hate relationship. I love biting them, but I hate when I bite too much.
Now if you can't find something dirty in that, good for you.
I should just erase it. I should also stop biting my nails. Lets see which happens first...
I was a all-out nail biter until I went to a hypnotherapist finally. I tried everything, but that has actually worked- I haven't been a nail biter since January and its fabulous. And that aint no lie.
I highly recommend brainwashing yourself to anyone interested in making major life changes.
Hmm, I need to seriously consider a major lifestyle change to reduce my body mass index, should I go under the hypno-rama? Don't worry, I'm not gonna get my stomach stapled or fast or anything unreasonable. I don't wanna be like Carnie Wilson THAT much.
This comment brought to you by neatly trimmed nails, woot woot!
I wouldn't worry to much about baggage, most people are extremely understanding about those things... I'm stunned you went to a hypnotherapist though.
I think its bullshit that you can't go to that spammers site and send him hate mail. And if its not there anymore when you read this, it was a stock tip that was at least 8 paragraphs long. I can't wait to get some of that shit in my comments section.
shit. I just realized I am biting my nails and I have a question.
whats better?
guy with manicured nails.
guy with chewed on nails.
Oooh, That's kind of a zen buddhist question. My vote is for the chewed on nails. Metro-sexual men with good nails are alright, but my nails have never been fabulous and I don't want a man with prettier hands than me.
On another note, Gina you can't mail merge? Freak!!! Hehe, just kidding. The first time I mail merged on my own was a glorious day of triumph in my life. You'll get there grasshopper;)
I love it. Hollywood Video is like the video tape of rentals. It's still there because people are too stubborn to upgrade.
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