Friday, December 14, 2007
B1: Someone please give me a Pop Tart
Some things are so ironic that they quit becoming ironic and turn into a cliche. Example: seeing a cowboy in Starbucks order himself a caramel macchiatto and find great delight in his iced cranberry poundcake. His spurs, his real spurs, jangled all the way out of the store, and presumably to all the way to his F-350 with a 4-horse trailer attached.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
B3: Today itches
Somehow, as if by magic, everytime I drop something at my desk, it rolls to the farthest corner (which I will refer to as the Goddamn Corner from here on out) so that I have to get out of my chair, on my knees, and reach for whatever I dropped. It's a fun little game that always ends with me hitting my head on my way up.
This morning I dropped the lid to my water bottle, and as suspected, it rolled into the Goddamn Corner. Taking into consideration that I have on a skirt and tights, I lowered myself gingerly onto my knees, reached blindly into the Goddamn Corner, and grabbed the first lid I laid my hands on. The first lid...was there more than one lid, you ask? Yes. Apparently, I am not the only person cursed by the Goddamn Corner. About 20 minutes and 4 twist-ons and -offs after I put the said lid on my bottle, I realized that it was the wrong lid. It was white while mine was clear. Someone had previously failed to retrieve their white lid when it rolled into the Goddamn Corner, leaving it for me to find and mistake for my own lid this morning. Lesson learned: look at what you pull out of the Goddamn Corner.
This morning I dropped the lid to my water bottle, and as suspected, it rolled into the Goddamn Corner. Taking into consideration that I have on a skirt and tights, I lowered myself gingerly onto my knees, reached blindly into the Goddamn Corner, and grabbed the first lid I laid my hands on. The first lid...was there more than one lid, you ask? Yes. Apparently, I am not the only person cursed by the Goddamn Corner. About 20 minutes and 4 twist-ons and -offs after I put the said lid on my bottle, I realized that it was the wrong lid. It was white while mine was clear. Someone had previously failed to retrieve their white lid when it rolled into the Goddamn Corner, leaving it for me to find and mistake for my own lid this morning. Lesson learned: look at what you pull out of the Goddamn Corner.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Still B1: Lonely in the 'brary
I have officially completed my first semester of graduate school. Where is my beer?
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B1: I chose the wrong shirt to meet Jeff Bridges
Mr. Bridges is coming to town to premier his new movie, The Amateurs, and to do a Q&A afterwards. I hope his hair is floppy.
Yesterday, I ate frozen pizza, watched Young and the Restless, then spent the rest of the afternoon navel gazing. I believe that this makes for the Perfect Day. That is, of course, if John Mayer isn't available for a naked date.
Yesterday, I ate frozen pizza, watched Young and the Restless, then spent the rest of the afternoon navel gazing. I believe that this makes for the Perfect Day. That is, of course, if John Mayer isn't available for a naked date.
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