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My head is killing me. Please tell me it would be wrong to stay home tomorrow curled up on the couch watching 30 Rock rather than drag myself to work. Wrong, regardless of the evil, demonic germs eating away at my brain. Must go to work and do things. Work things. Fun.

How pathetic am I, spending all day curled up on the couch in my pajamas, sleeping and feeling like death. Luckily the reason for today’s pathetic exhibition is becoming more and more clear; I’m sick. I’m sick! I’m catching a cold, poor, poor me. Death! Destruction! A massive, ridiculous headache! Cursed germs. Thanks a ton, Marcy; I really appreciate the gorgeous pink chopstick set you gave me, but the cold? Not so much.

Now I’m going to drag my pathetic, germy butt off the couch and buy some cold medicine. Then I’m going to come home and watch Star Wars because there is nothing that makes my pathetic, germy soul feel better than some old fashioned geekery.

Edited to add: Forget Star Wars, I just discovered I can watch season two of Wizards of Waverly Place on my computer. Thank you, Netflix! (Huh, I’m not really sure why I decided to share that; now that I’m not living with an eight-year-old I’ve lost my excuse to watch this show. But apparently this isn’t enough to stop me.)

Marcoda and I are at their* house, drinking piña coladas (Marcy and me) and a daquari (Marcoda), having just had an amazing dinner made by this guy** (minus the kid). In my pjs, about to start a hardcore Charmed marathon.

Kudos, Trent. Dinner was amazing!



I was so excited for the end of  the month, the cursed, evil, never ending, kick you in the face month, partially because it meant the end of this ridiculous blogging every day for a month thing I voluntarily signed up for again. But here I am, sad that it ended (not that bastard, ass-hatted March ended, just my month of blogging ended), so here I am. Volunteering for this again. Why? Why? Why do I do this to myself? I’ll be weary of the whole thing by tomorrow, silly me.

So, another typical night of sprawling in my favorite location (living room floor), eating my favorite meal (hummus, broccoli and wine), watching one of my favorite movies (Chasing Amy), wearing one of my favorite outfits (poofy dress, how Donna Reed of me).

I have a brilliant idea involving my camera, Kinkos, a newly purchased notebook and pen, and a bit of nostalgia as a gift for my sister, but first this damn weather has to start damn cooperating so I can realize my brilliance. Dammit.

Just discovered Cowbirds in Love. Love it! Check it out!

Frost out!

Trying to figure out what to post; too tired. Here. Look at Jonas:

I spent most of today in a useless daze, trying to work and failing miserably. I fell asleep at my desk more than once, and I managed to drag one mindless project out all day. Well, I thought it was mindless; at one point (after half-sleeping at my desk) I realized most of what I had done was jibberish and had to be redone. Awesome productivity!

I ended up leaving work at four, so now I have to drag my butt out of bed early and go in at seven tomorrow. Also: awesome. And I left work to come home and sleep, but I ended up vaccuming my disgusting apartment instead. Now I’m watching Jersey Girl and eating hummus and broccoli.

Way too grumpy. Time to cheer up.



Ok, feeling much better now.

I should rename this blog “Things I Would Buy If I Had A Lot Of Money, But I Don’t So I Don’t. Sigh.”

Fuck you, March.

Four long weeks of you playing with my soul, toying with my feelings, emptying my checking account. Four long weeks I’ve slept walked through work, I’ve cried, I’ve consumed massive quantities of wine and vodka, I’ve spent many, many sleepless nights re-re-watching old episodes of Grey’s Anatomy. I’ve tried to keep a smile on my face and go with the flow, I’ve tried to keep my mouth shut (poorly) and keep the people around me happy (also poorly). But why bother; this month just keeps sucking more and more.

But! I kept my spirit up with the knowledge that I’d get to see Bloc Party on the 30th with a good group of people and oh how excited I was. Hopefully, optimistically, blindly excited.


The Bloc Party show was canceled.

A word to the wise, March: after you steal someone’ s wallet, you don’t kick her in the face. It’s bad etiquette. Emily Post frowns on such things.

So. Fuck you, March.






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