I think the charity is great, and I think I just skipped to the dollar signs and the people who were receiving it. I can't make head nor tails of the rest. I don't have that many feels in a month, much less a post.
Speaking of too much feels, don't get me started on Veronica Mars and her sloth issues.
I would tranquilise the world, given a large enough dart gun.
I have told the PM his project was too good, and he's sufficiently admonished. We are adjusting our 2012 goals to "be 50% less good." Working hard and having that show is OVER. No more fun times.
I need to move a meeting. There is no place to move the meeting. I track a dozen outlook calendars on a day-to-day. It's like Tetris.
Your day isn't made just a little better by a picture of Brian Boitano holding an ice cream sandwich with tongs in the opening of an oven? Well, po-tay-to, po-tah-to.
Man, I wish I could be that Much.
Aw, you're plenty Much.
I thought I'd be all Sarah Vowell and reading stories on NPR for afternoon drive time by now. And I'm gonna be 39 in a few weeks and I MIGHT AS WELL GO HOME AND LIVE WITH MY MOM AND GET MORE CATS.
Or something.
I think I probably would have liked the Bloggess more before she became the Bloggess. She's amusing sometimes, though.
My son is being an incredible pain in the ass tonight. A five-day school week is really too long for him. And he's having social adjustment issues.
ION my half-brother and his wife are expecting their first child. Since he works at Starbucks and she works at Annie Woo's, I am not sure how they plan to afford a child at this point. At least he has insurance.
When I was little, I thought I would be
A big comedian on late-night TV
But now I'm thirty-two, and as you can see, I'm not!
Oh, well!
It sucks to be me!
(Avenue Q, as hysterical as it is, hits uncomfortably close to home sometimes.)
When I was little, I thought I'd grow up to be unmarried, childless, and an astronomer. Two out of three ain't bad.
Allyson, I think you have a pretty good life, even if you aren't Sarah Vowell. Your face and voice are too lovely to be her, anyway...
When I was four, I wanted to either be an astronaut or a bus driver.
I guess I still could be a bus driver.
