Wearing: taupe striped 3/4 sleeve length shirt, black pants, black flats.
Mood: ansty
My new favorite water in the world is Dasani. It bothers me that I have become such a product of overcommericalization that I actually believe that there is a difference between brands of bottled WATER, but there is. Dasani is bottled by Coca-Cola. Besides providing a hefty percentage of my annual salary, Coca-Cola is probably responsible for much evil in the world. I have a feeling that somewhere in the Bible Code is a phrase that states “And the beast shall reveal itself and it will deliver addictive diet sodas in curvy earth-destroying plastic containers. And it will be good.” I don’t care. I’m Coca-Cola’s bitch and they know it.
The weather is beautiful today and I’m on super-human speed. I’m walking fast, I’m driving fast, I’m typing fast.
Esteban comes home from Las Vegas today and I’m going to be an uber-callous wench and NOT pick him up from the airport. Sorry. Don’t feel like it. Heartless, I know, but he’s fine with it. I must go to Appleton and pick up a book for my mother for Mother’s Day and also shop for HIS mother, also for Mother’s Day. I purchased the cards last night, and it occurs to me that I did not buy one for HIS grandma, although I bought one for my own grandma. Feh. Don’t yet know what I will purchase for Esteban’s mom, maybe a gift certificate for Christopher Banks. Anyhoo, that’s my plans for tonight, unless I get sidetracked by my pc once I stop at home.
If I were a superhero, I would be Jeopardy Girl. Purveyor of all inane knowledge, facts and trivia. Able to track down supercriminals with the use of the internet. My big superhero weakness would be resisting conversations that start with “what was England like?”. I think my superhero garb would be a school girl blue/green plaid skirt, white button down shirt, and tortoise-shell glasses. And pigtails and black patent leather Mary Jane shoes. And a cape. Maybe a bunch of schoolbooks held together with a leather strap, for pummeling my enemies with.
This morning, as I lay in bed trying to avoid waking up, I watched one of the spindly spiders from the basement idle its way across the ceiling. Ick.
