Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, I'm never talking to you again!
Before we get started on the second entry of the second wind, why don't you all take a look upstairs at my new photo? Dynamite, isn't it?!? Like most stylish females, I like to update my look every season. As a sneak peek for the fall, keep an eye out for pleats and italics.
Tomorrow after lab I'm turning in my Calico Jacks application... I don't really want to work there because I get the feeling that they make shit in tips. But if Swamp would just hurry up then I could work at a more kick-ass resturant that is closer to my condo (as well as my heart).
Disney World was a fun time yesterday. That of course is speaking for Devin and I. And maybe three other people. I've come to the conclusion that it is humanly impossible for a family with children under the age of 18 (so, a family with children) to enjoy themselves at Disney World. Or any amusement park, for that matter. It seemed as if every family we stood near in line or came upon at a brail map were ready to kill each other. The mother is sad because the teenage daughter didn't speak up when she wanted to go on It's a Small World and now they're all the way over by Pirates of the Carribean. The father is trying to mediate between the mother and the daughter who are no longer speaking. The teenage daughter is emberassed of her parents because they're wearing matching shirts... and little Jimmy's life will never be the same and he will cease to love you unless he gets that ridiculously large (overpriced) inflatable ball. (*Sidenote: what is the deal with those things, anyway? Did Disney sign a contract in blood with that manufacturer? What purpose do balls like these serve? I can't ever imagine anyone in their right one buying one... especially from Disney World. )
I've just gotten off of the telephone with my mother who told me about how my now ex-soon-to-be sister-in-law (?) has recently returned from New York City. One of my former players Facebooked me earlier today telling me all about her NYC trip and the amazing shopping she did in Brooklyn and SoHo. And just this weekend I know that Allen drove down to Florida from the Empire State. What is with you people?
Here's my main observation from New York City (or at least what I remember from when I was 13). It was cold. Now, ordinarily I'm tougher than an Irish orphan. But it was damn cold down on Wall Street. All I could think about was getting a tall triple lo-fat eggnog lattee and curling up in a wool blanket with a Cosmo. And I hate all of those things. That's how cold I was. In April.
"New York City" is one of my favorite Mason Jennings songs.
Speaking of the Ma[so]n, his new CD that just came out, In The Ever...
fire.
Now I'm off to grab a Chelsea Lately and curl up with my boyfriend who bears a striking resemblance to Matt Damon. Lucky me.
Tomorrow after lab I'm turning in my Calico Jacks application... I don't really want to work there because I get the feeling that they make shit in tips. But if Swamp would just hurry up then I could work at a more kick-ass resturant that is closer to my condo (as well as my heart).
Disney World was a fun time yesterday. That of course is speaking for Devin and I. And maybe three other people. I've come to the conclusion that it is humanly impossible for a family with children under the age of 18 (so, a family with children) to enjoy themselves at Disney World. Or any amusement park, for that matter. It seemed as if every family we stood near in line or came upon at a brail map were ready to kill each other. The mother is sad because the teenage daughter didn't speak up when she wanted to go on It's a Small World and now they're all the way over by Pirates of the Carribean. The father is trying to mediate between the mother and the daughter who are no longer speaking. The teenage daughter is emberassed of her parents because they're wearing matching shirts... and little Jimmy's life will never be the same and he will cease to love you unless he gets that ridiculously large (overpriced) inflatable ball. (*Sidenote: what is the deal with those things, anyway? Did Disney sign a contract in blood with that manufacturer? What purpose do balls like these serve? I can't ever imagine anyone in their right one buying one... especially from Disney World. )
I've just gotten off of the telephone with my mother who told me about how my now ex-soon-to-be sister-in-law (?) has recently returned from New York City. One of my former players Facebooked me earlier today telling me all about her NYC trip and the amazing shopping she did in Brooklyn and SoHo. And just this weekend I know that Allen drove down to Florida from the Empire State. What is with you people?
Here's my main observation from New York City (or at least what I remember from when I was 13). It was cold. Now, ordinarily I'm tougher than an Irish orphan. But it was damn cold down on Wall Street. All I could think about was getting a tall triple lo-fat eggnog lattee and curling up in a wool blanket with a Cosmo. And I hate all of those things. That's how cold I was. In April.
"New York City" is one of my favorite Mason Jennings songs.
Speaking of the Ma[so]n, his new CD that just came out, In The Ever...
fire.
Now I'm off to grab a Chelsea Lately and curl up with my boyfriend who bears a striking resemblance to Matt Damon. Lucky me.