paging ellen ripley
notes:
- hair and i are over! finally. i feel so...free. actually, i thought my head would feel so much lighter and it doesn't, exactly. the only real physical difference is, when i move my head around maniacally, nothing moves. as for looks, i like it (holding out for amy was a wise choice). i would post a picture but i'm shy (twee moment of the day, right there). plus i am very, very mysterious. no really, it looks a little like this:
with a little of this:
to keep it real. (you SO weren't expecting sigourney, were you?!)
- when i returned from lunch today, there was a package on my desk from red envelope, which was truly bizarre because it's not mother's day and i don't have any kids (that i know of). hoping it wasn't a bomb, i opened it and found...CHOCOLATE COVERED OREOS. stephanie got a box too so i suppose it's somehow work-related (or maybe someone at red envelope just really, really likes me and stephanie).
- there's another commercial which features an of montreal song (this time it's 'every day feels like sunday'). i'm not sure what's being advertised (stock options? cable tv? paper products?) but the whole thing is a step up from 'let's go outback toniiiiiiiiiight.' i looked on youtube for a link but alas, it's not there. (shockingly so...isn't everything ever on youtube?)
- candy corn = bliss
- why can't it be friday already? on friday i am planning on eating sick amounts of gorgonzola and getting that red wine lips thing going with some truly fantastic people. alas and alack...for now i must settle for wednesday and the project runway finale. (i think i might get some red wine lips out of this deal though as well, woot.)