Jan 04, 2005 01:38
It's cold. I'm cold. Jeff Goldblum is on tv. I'm interested. If I were older, Jeff Goldblum would be my eccentric husband. As it stands, I am not. He is not. He's still interesting to watch. J.G. is like the uber nerd of last century, this century even. He used to be a lot more sexy, but with age, he has lost some of the sex appeal. The 80s and early 90s Jeff Goldblum though.... MAMA! Alas, I was a baby girl child. It was not meant to be.
My legs are cold. My ass is cold. My fingertips are cold when I touch my skin. We have no snow. We just have frigid temps. There is snow on the mountain. Skiing is not too bad, but the ice I could do without. We've had rain, when it warms up enough, and lots of ice. Barely any snow. I want snow. What's going on with the weather? It's snowing in Cali freaking fornia. It snowed in Florida. Tsunami's in Indonesia. I shouldn't complain. I'm not complaining. I'm pondering.
I should be in bed. I would be in bed if I .... were in bed. Why lie? I'm not in bed because I chose to sit here and read things. I need to go to bed. Jeff Goldblum captured my attention momentarily, and then posting a journal entry sounded more interesting than sitting here staring at the tv. I've done it.