I am not wearing underwear today. Oh, I’m wearing a bra. That goes without saying. When you’re sporting the load that I’ve been granted, there is no going out in public sans support. I think if my house caught on fire in the middle of the night, the first thing I’d grab is my underwire. […]
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Oh. Oh. Oh. I was a bad bad girl yesterday. Bad girl! First, the back story: The other night, we were driving someplace and I spotted a Lincoln LS and said “Oooooh! Pretty!” There are very very few cars that I get the Pretty! vibe from. The Jaguar comes to mind. I dig Jags. Certain […]
So Fall. It’s mofo Fall already. Oh, sure, not in the rest of the country, but here in Wisconsin, we are only scant weeks from seeing white stuff. We don’t actually have Fall or Spring here. We get like a week of Fall and a week of rain that we call Spring. And then schwoom! […]
scone. And butter. I broke down today and went through Starbucks for a damn Venti Tazo Chai Frappuchino. Damn, it’s so good. Cold and creamy and undoubtedly chock full of sin. They should just cut through the crap and call it what it is. It’s basically a milkshake that is Adult-Friendly with that green alluring […]
Thursday, August 22, 2002
So last night, I was bored. And what do bored people do when they are home alone and have already watched all of their DVDs and they should be working on their grad school applications and researching schools but they really don’t because it just seems like a waste of time and they just found […]
Wednesday, August 21, 2002
I’ve totally got ‘Cool Rider’ stuck in my head from Grease 2 because MoPie used it in the title of her one of her latest entries. Poor poor Michelle Pfeiffer. I doubt that she fully understands that like a zillion women in their late twenties/early thirties spent their adolescence secretly wishing for a Pink Ladies […]
Weetabix’s Uterus: I want Oreos. Weetabix: I just had a bunch of sweet stuff. I don’t need anymore sugar. I’m going to turn into a diabetic or something. Weetabix’s Uterus: I want Oreos and you can always get some insulin somewhere. I think they make that from sheep pancreas or something. You have good insurance. […]
Saturday, August 17, 2002
Gah. So yesterday. I had a meeting with one of my new coworkers in my new position. Without going into big details, essentially I will be working with a small team but it will be on a very visible account for the conglomerate, not just our segment of the business. That’s scary. You trip and […]
Thursday, August 15, 2002
Entirely random: Nikki McKibbon. I hate her name. She cannot win American Idols (aside from the fact that she’s terribly off key) for that reason. It reminds me of Kimmie Gibbler from Full House. Disturbed by my caffeine dependence at the courthouse earlier this week, I have cut back on caffeine. Yesterday, I only had […]
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
So Jury Duty. I had this elaborate Jury outfit planned. One of my black blazers, my slimline trousers, black flats with no socks, and my brand new sort of snakeskin looking shirt that is also a tad see-through. You know, to add that little bit of trashy sexuality to the juror’s box. Shake up the […]
