So Lisa, you say to me, you never did give us an update on what the HS sweetie has been up to. And it's been a couple of weeks. What's up with that? Well internet I don't know 'cause he never wrote/called with a follow up to his I have so much to tell you!!! email. What IS up with that? Should I email him again? Or is that too stalkerish?
My new, untarnished silverware arrived from Overstock.com (gotta love the O!) last week. I'm now the proud owner of 8 teaspoons! I'm thinking about putting GPS on them. Maybe Lojack.
This morning, right before the alarm went off (CURSES!) I was dreaming that me & the former crush shared a perfect kiss. A kiss so perfect that even a real life kiss with him would now pale in comparison. A kiss so full of love and promise that just thinking about... ok. Alas, it was only a dream.
If I hear one more christmas/holiday song I'm going to fucking scream. Call me Scrooge or the Grinch or what have you but people? Seriously? How many fucking times do you need to hear these songs? FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, PLEASE STOP ALREADY!! I already dread the holidays (see I am the Grinch) but being bombarded with all this holiday music ALL THE FUCKING TIME is making more EVEN MORE GRINCHIER.
Have you seen the NYT Sunday puzzle this week? I'm never gonna finish this one. Gahd. I hate when that happens.
Must get back to work. I hate it when that happens.