Today I'm home sick with the most heinous stomach madness. Sarah + Butter = Bad! (I don't know if that was really what it was, but I am always willing to take responsibility for my own nutrition missteps. Unless it involves my shameful weakness for Red Vines.)
But being home has given me some disturbing insight into my unfriendly next door neighbors. It seems that all day long, they do nothing but leave in two separate cars and come back, a few minutes apart, about 30 minutes later. Then an hour or so elapses and they do it again. Also, since they have five cars between the two of them, they take different car configurations each time. Is this behavior usually exhibited by, like, drug dealers or something? I'm from the Pittsburgh 'burbs, people, I don't know these things! Can someone from New Jersey or L.A. help me out here? (Ha! I kid because I love!)
Some snippets from out and about...I am finding the implications of this adulterous vole research quite fascinating, I must say...Via Gawker, great New Yorky fun at City Rag...I wonder what my dead-sexy boyfriend is going to wear for MSNBC's homage-to-Office Space casual day...Now, admittedly, I haven't seen "Days of Our Lives" on a regular basis since my junior year in college, but seriously, is there really a plot-line that derives its dramatic tension from having a hot-oiled guy in what is clearly a very shabbily constructed jail cell put on clothing that is "too small"? This seems, you know, like maybe it really is the bottom of the barrel, in terms of storytelling. Then again, when my red miniskirt sort of pulled around my ass unattractively a few weeks ago, I was pretty pissed, so maybe it's not such a stretch. (Hold on, though -- is John Black now with Kate? Good lord, what about Marlena? And, digressing just a bit more, you know, you guys simply have to hear TJ's John Black impression sometime!)
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