2004-03-08 - 3:25 p.m.
WEEK #7: I GOT NOTHING
I don't know what to talk about this week. That spells trouble.
- Here's an update on my ongoing work/payment saga. I sent them a bill last week and I haven't heard anything back. No call, no check yet. But the secretary is still talking to me about work. If this is what the real business world is like, I think I'll opt to not have a job and just leech off my sugar mama instead.
- Umm... what else. Whaaaat else. Say, what's the deal with these crazy bridal magazines? I've seen a lot of 'em here lately, and maybe I'm imagining things, but they ALL seem to have an article that's like "No boyfriend? No problem! Start planning your wedding anyway!" That's pretty silly, if you ask me my thoughts about it.
- My dog hasn't been feeling well lately. I'm not sure what the problem is, he's just kind of moping around. Hopefully he feels the shame of not tracking down the mouse that invaded our home. We'll probably take him to the vet, unless I can find a Native American medicine man to cure him.
- Is it just me, or is anyone else sick and tired of the Pope?
- Speaking of Native Americans as I was, I read this "tips to woo the girl of your dreams" type of article that had all these dumb suggestions on how to make a girl like you. And one of them was to insert her name into a romantic song where her name would fit into the lyrics, like in the song "Mandy" you could sing about... I dunno, Amy.
But as I pondered this, I couldn't think of any song where my sweetum's name would fit. I mean, I suppose you could stick it into something like "Mandy", but the name Mandy only has two syllables whereas her's has 3. That's cheating.
You're probably wondering what this has to do with Native Americans. WELL, you know that old song "Indian Reservation"? I think that's the name. Anytime I hear it somewhere, I sing it like CHARITY PEOPLE... CHARITY TRIIIIBE. But that's not a romantic song! It's the only one I can think of, though.
Good thing I didn't have to rely on that song tactic, or I'd have been up a creek without a paddle. And how!
- I'm hungry. I feel like having tacos. Or a burrito! Mmmm. Burrito. Taco Hut, you are my salvation.
- I recently went through this junk drawer I have in my room back at home. It's got all kinds of junk, hence the title of the drawer. Here's some interesting objects I found in it.
A plastic cube: in a wood shop-esque class I took, we had to form a little cube out of this block of transparent plastic. I think maybe we were supposed to make a pair of dice from it, but mine is just a flat plastic cube. But it's cool! You can see through it.
WCW ticket stub: a stub from a WCW show on Friday, May 8th, 1998. Third row! I remember that, it was a good time. Those were the days.
Blockbuster membership card: my mom applied for this card and obviously never used it considering that it ended up in my junk drawer.
Dillards credit card: it has my DAD'S name on it. Haha that's funny.
Police business card: I didn't know policemen had balls. I mean business cards! But they DO. Although this isn't a policeman, it's a policewoman. My mom's best friend from high school is a detective in Lexington, Kentucky. That's kinda neat. She sure doesn't look like a cop, by which I mean she's fit and attractive.
Cub scout knife: a knife I had when I was a cub scout! It's so dull I doubt it would cut through butter, but it's handy to scare people off in gangfights.
- I think I've officially hit rock bottom here, AND I’ve hit my word count. So I think we’ll call it a day.
BYE
