Speaking of piss-poor sitcoms, I was confronted by Schmeon in regards to my television taste. It is true, ladies and gentlemen, that I enjoy quite a bit of TV. I try to justify it by saying that I like to keep my finger on the pulse of America, that I like to be connected with the newest, the best! That is a big fatty boom-batty lie - the truth must be exposed now - I think I might just be lazy and in dire need of something better to do with my time.
In 2 days, it will be 1 month until I leave the fairer sex at UNM. I am finally blustering out of this hellhole we casually refer to as... the Smarmobile. Ok, so no one refers to it as that, but the point is that I'll be glad glad GLAD to see ol' UNM go. I will, however, not be too pleased with my unemployed ass that need to get a jobby-job. I have since applied for more bizarre jobs, thank you for asking - they've been sprinkled throughout California - the latest being a Color Specialist for Old Navy. I know what you're thinking - but I don't smoke that much crack, nor do I imbibe in the street-substance crack. Crack crack crack.
Eliza was quite curious - perhaps even epicurious - about why I deleted my first entry (there were 3 written, only 2 posted yesterday). She thought that I had divulged secrets of yore, wrestled with my conscience, and unlocked the demons from high school. I didn't, I just thought my entry was boring as all hell, as this one is shaping up to be, and so I deleted it then and there. Things I should have mentioned are as follows:
* Eliza got e. coli, and has been singing about it as Ricola for a couple of days now. At least she's singing, I suppose. But, I was looking for something educational about ol' e. coli, and came across this, which is not only ridiculously scary in its content, but look at that dude with the heartburn. That man gonna die!
* Boner-croner's party was something else. I saw a wee woman I used to go to high school with, who I don't like much and didn't then either, and Crone was reciting some business professor with these weird sentences that started with "boom" and then launched into one of these: "lobos helpin' lobos" or "papa johns - boom - better ingredients, better pizza - boom" and also something about Southwest Airlines. Who the hell knows, Crone was almost peeing himself in excitement.
* Not only does my hair resemble the very Jen from Dawson's Creek who I was making fun of the other day (oh ok, it's not that bad), my clothing style has apparently also left the building. In my particular outfit today, I feel like Andre the Giant with big-hip pantalones and some dinky little black shirt. I look hideously disproportionate. And this is totally what I get, for being selfish and rude to people all the time, thinking that karma wouldn't catch up with my wardrobe. My one beauty! Heh heh heh heh.
That's it for me, squadrons! I'll try to save up some creativity and write something decent sometime soon... just keep holding your breath.