And then there was Maude
I don’t understand why it won’t stop raining. I guess bc it’s spring, but I don’t remember it raining so much here. I just want spring/summer to get here already, I’m tired of carrying my neon green umbrella around. Even though I secretly love it bc it’s a great accessory to any bland outfit.
Can we talk about Lady Gaga? Is it wrong that I want to undress her, put her in some sweats and slippers, and sit her on a couch? I want to shake her and tell her there are more comfortable outfits out there than just the sci-fi villain look. I can’t really get into her music. I don’t hate it, but I’d like to reserve my listening of it to gay and/or European techno clubs.
I’m on a legal client out on Long Island for a few weeks. And while it’s nice to have a car and I love LI, I cannot deal with this traffic. O.m.g. I’ve already gotten into two minor fender benders on Queens Blvd since I’ve been out here - neither of which are my fault. The number of bad drivers out there is ridiculous.
I went to lunch at Chipotle today with one of my coworkers. On the drive there, he hummed/whistled along to the songs on the radio. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the songs hadn’t been Miley Cyrus’ The Climb and Pink’s Sober. Awkwarddd…. and to make things exceedingly uncomfortable, while I’m listening to my headphones, he goes, “Wanna head out at six?” And to me it sounded like, “Wanna have sex?” Naturally my face must have been one of disgust and horror until I realized what he had actually said. Ugh, this day cannot go any slower.
I’m now on tumblr. Yes. You must join also. Now.
~Free your mind~