Whaaaat??

My house reeks of skunk! I looked around outside, but couldn't find the culprit... not that I'd know what to do with it anyway. I generally don't mind a skunk smell, but this is overpoweringly nauseating. Where's Velda Plendor when you need her?!

Also, at 7-11 this morning, a guy walked in wearing those crazy white contacts and I swear my heart stopped. At first I was all "Okay, 6' 1", black trench coat, shaved head, jeans and a t-shirt... no sweat, officer!" But then he started crazy-eye-contact-focusing on me and I peaced out immediately. As much as I'd love to help the police fight crime, I do NOT like homicidal Halloween costumes in February.

Who wants to know what bugs me?

How will I know when you're REALLY exhausted if it's all you ever complain about? Either you are sleeping too much, or too little. Figure it out and grab a coffee. Seeing as how I don't know any single parent surgeons or manual laborers, I sometimes wonder how I know so many narcoleptics. I don't mind if you're tired, just go to bed and stop basing all our conversations around it. Someday you probably will be legitimately exhausted and I'm going to be like, "Eh, I don't know."

Insomniac!

Boy, have I had the toughest time SLEEPING lately! I've been staying up so late and I can't do anything about it! I feel like even if I am exhausted (like right now), I still find stuff to do (like post a note on blog site). Plus, tonight I've been doing some Internet research on Gretchen Rossi and her supposed relationship with that guy who is not Jeff (may he rest in peace). I'm having a problem because I really like Gretchen and her hair. Sure, she can be super annoying, but I kind of believed she was really with Jeff because she loved him. It didn't hurt that he was rich, but I think it is interesting that she didn't push him to get married, which is how she would've gotten the most money. I don't know WHAT to think now after Tamra's accusations on the reunion show. I do know that Tamra's a really big biotch, though. That's why I'm still kind of on Gretchen's side. But actually, I'm pretty much just always on Jeana's side no matter what anyone else does. I love her even if her kids are lame.

Okay, I think I need to go to sleep now. Or, as Michelle Tanner would say, "I think it's time fo' bed." ("Can we watch Arsenio?")

Today! Ack!

I'm having a really hard time concentrating today. I feel cloudy and (Kevin) spacey :( Everything seems to be taking just a wee bit longer to figure out than it should. And I brought these chocolate nonpareil things in for my coworkers and people keep flipping out with excitement and I have to say casual, officey things like, "Betcha can't eat just one!" or "Oh, definitely have one- indulge!" or "It's the weather's fault we eat so much in the winter!" I just want to be like, "I'm cloudy and unwitty today-- sorry everyone! Have a chocolate!"

Also, I think that the orange square with white half-circles in the upper right hand corner of Internet Explorer looks like raw salmon. It says "View feeds on this page." And looks like raw salmon. I think it every day and now I have somewhere to write it!

PS, someone else just came up for a chocolate... I said "Go for it! It's your dessert!"

3 things on my mind.

Well, I just found out that the new housewife on "Real Housewives of New York City" is the ex-wife of Gilles Bensimon! AKA, the guy who you win a photo shoot with if you win "America's Next Top Model!" Tyra says his name all French, but it's dumb because everyone knows she doesn't know french. Besides, french people are thin because the girl in The Beach is from France and she's a waif. And Tyra is no waif.

My stomach hurts, so I just had a Rice Krispy treat. It STILL hurts and I'm baffled. RKTs usually solve a lot of my problems.

Also, I'm thinking about getting semi-bangs. Not straight across the forehead, hipster bangs....more like longer accents to my face. Off to the side...there when I need them, gone when I don't. I'll have to carry bobby pins around in my pocket. I always carry two, but I'll probably up it to four.

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