I’ve always been of the opinion that with blogging - when you have nothing to say, you should keep writing. That’s probably totally ridiculous because then you end up with entries like this one, a mash-up of things that are in no way related and may cause you (the reader) to fall asleep right where you are and start drooling on your desk. You have been warned.
They fumigated our office today (don’t even ask) and we were supposed to be out of it for five hours at the minimum. I’ve been here since about 3 hours after and I’m pretty certain that tomorrow I’m going to wake up with an extra ear on my back. I was going to make a joke about Chernobyl but then it dawned on me that it was potentially offensive and not that funny. Basically my office smells like a giant tube of Bengay.
This morning I gave up six vials of my precious blood to a very nice lady who was a pro with a needle but felt the need to proclaim that she was feeling extra fat today. Umm, yes. I feel your pain.
I have burned myself twice in the last 3 days. Big, ugly burns that look like I’m being victimized or I’m just horribly clumsy. You choose.
Last week I kind of went on a bit of a shopping spree. I spent a little more than I had originally planned (read: A LOT MORE), but my clothes are cute.
Yeah, that’s all I got.
This week’s Sunday Share is short. Mostly because I’ve been too tired to really listen to anything or hunt things down. Still good though, promise! Right-click and save as, songs expire in 7 days.
Ashlee Simpson: Boys - Officially my favorite Simpson sister. This song is everything that’s right about Ashlee Simpson’s music and whether or not you believe in her talent, this song is pretty irresistible.
Madonna: Spanish Lesson - I love Madonna. Love, love, love - but I’m just gonna say that her new album is pretty uninteresting. I’m holding out for the fact that it might be a grower and next week I’ll be all - have you heard the new Madonna, it’s so brilliant. But right now, this is the only song that makes me have any faith.
Rihanna: Take A Bow - Dear Rihanna, I hate that I love you (that would be funny if you knew that she had a song called Hate That I Love You). This song is Beyonce’s Irreplaceable part II, but I think I might like yours better. Love always, Me!
Dear boy in the blue car - thank you! I love you! So does my ego. You made my life less like Herpes and more like umm....indigestion?
