With nothing to say
I know I am committing a total blogger sin in that I am really starting off this post with nothing to say. I just felt like posting something creative without actually going on and on about my life which quite frankly is quite chaotic without actually being interesting.
Rehearsals, working 2 f/t jobs and gearing up for a season launch for the theatre that I'm the publicity director for.
Yah. Nothing new.
So what do I post about? Ok well I can tell you that the movie Thank you for Smoking is simply brilliant.
I also can tell you that the play I am in, is not brilliant.
New job seems to be going ok although I've been too exhausted to really concentrate on it. I have to do a email newsletter tomorrow so we'll see how that goes.
Oh! I know, I'll give you another amusing diatribe from my life.
Co-worker to me: Oh when are you due?
Me: (Looking confused) Oh! I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat.
Co-worker: Oh! I thought I heard you were expecting.
Me: No, no, just fat.
Then I was re-telling the story to the fake-bf and he said:
You should have told her 3-4 years.
Me: Sorry I was concentrating on the fact that someone thought I looked pregnant to come up with anything overly witty.
Yah 15lbs have gone, but apparently that needs to be sped up to avoid any further baby-related confusion.
Rehearsals, working 2 f/t jobs and gearing up for a season launch for the theatre that I'm the publicity director for.
Yah. Nothing new.
So what do I post about? Ok well I can tell you that the movie Thank you for Smoking is simply brilliant.
I also can tell you that the play I am in, is not brilliant.
New job seems to be going ok although I've been too exhausted to really concentrate on it. I have to do a email newsletter tomorrow so we'll see how that goes.
Oh! I know, I'll give you another amusing diatribe from my life.
Co-worker to me: Oh when are you due?
Me: (Looking confused) Oh! I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat.
Co-worker: Oh! I thought I heard you were expecting.
Me: No, no, just fat.
Then I was re-telling the story to the fake-bf and he said:
You should have told her 3-4 years.
Me: Sorry I was concentrating on the fact that someone thought I looked pregnant to come up with anything overly witty.
Yah 15lbs have gone, but apparently that needs to be sped up to avoid any further baby-related confusion.