"Don't you talk to Billy Idol that way!"
"The Wedding Singer" was on yesterday... that movie so rules.
I keep giving myself bruises. There's one right next to my left elbow that I have no idea how it got there... it's not that big, maybe dime-sized, but it's all dark and ugly. And then awhile ago, in my haste to leave the bathroom after cleaning it, I banged my hand really hard on a doorknob. (No, really.) Ugh...
Damn, I came here with stuff to blog and I forgot it.
I messed up more of my printed "Good Girls" yesterday... it's a Hewlett-Packard conspiracy, I think. You mess up on both-sided printing, you use more ink and paper printing it over again and have to go buy more... hey, even the paper I'm using right now is HP paper. I only bought it because I was in Best Buy at the time, and it was the only kind they had. That's probably a lie; they probably had something generic. What can I say, I'm a big believer in brand loyalty.
I'm really looking forward to a call back from that guy about the job in P-town. I was thinking this morning, "It would be really nice to go buy something." I don't really love money, I think, and I don't really love things (okay, sometimes I do), but I truly love to buy things. Material girl in a material world and all that, maybe?
I'm also half-expecting the call about the poster place job: "Thank you, but..." (The other half of my expectation is no call at all... optimism has no place in the job market)
Well, seeing as how I misplaced my brain somewhere between Yahoo and the Blogger main page, I'll close with this cute thing I saw on everyone else's blogs super months ago, where you go to your fave search engine and type in "Yvonne is" (with quotes, and with your name) and then list some of the results.
Yvonne is...
- back!
- the best!
- a ray of sunshine
- headed to the Cayman Islands
- a true-life success story
- beloved little princess of God
- the epitome of all pugs
- as good as dead
- a total space cadet
- the spokesperson and cheerleader for single women all over
- the sex expert everyone is after
- a powerful negotiator
- respected by heads of state in Africa
- obviously passionate and knowledgeable about what she does
- threatened by an old associate
- is usually always naive and nice
- a longtime licensed evangelist
I keep giving myself bruises. There's one right next to my left elbow that I have no idea how it got there... it's not that big, maybe dime-sized, but it's all dark and ugly. And then awhile ago, in my haste to leave the bathroom after cleaning it, I banged my hand really hard on a doorknob. (No, really.) Ugh...
Damn, I came here with stuff to blog and I forgot it.
I messed up more of my printed "Good Girls" yesterday... it's a Hewlett-Packard conspiracy, I think. You mess up on both-sided printing, you use more ink and paper printing it over again and have to go buy more... hey, even the paper I'm using right now is HP paper. I only bought it because I was in Best Buy at the time, and it was the only kind they had. That's probably a lie; they probably had something generic. What can I say, I'm a big believer in brand loyalty.
I'm really looking forward to a call back from that guy about the job in P-town. I was thinking this morning, "It would be really nice to go buy something." I don't really love money, I think, and I don't really love things (okay, sometimes I do), but I truly love to buy things. Material girl in a material world and all that, maybe?
I'm also half-expecting the call about the poster place job: "Thank you, but..." (The other half of my expectation is no call at all... optimism has no place in the job market)
Well, seeing as how I misplaced my brain somewhere between Yahoo and the Blogger main page, I'll close with this cute thing I saw on everyone else's blogs super months ago, where you go to your fave search engine and type in "Yvonne is" (with quotes, and with your name) and then list some of the results.
Yvonne is...
- back!
- the best!
- a ray of sunshine
- headed to the Cayman Islands
- a true-life success story
- beloved little princess of God
- the epitome of all pugs
- as good as dead
- a total space cadet
- the spokesperson and cheerleader for single women all over
- the sex expert everyone is after
- a powerful negotiator
- respected by heads of state in Africa
- obviously passionate and knowledgeable about what she does
- threatened by an old associate
- is usually always naive and nice
- a longtime licensed evangelist

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