Anna Nicole Smith is so gross. I just saw a preview of her camping. She is moaning and mumbling in her fat lipped incoherent way that the fish is going to eat her. She makes me ill.
I saw a commerical that made me laugh out loud tonight. It's for CitiBank. A guy on a faulty treadmill. He stoops down the tie his shoe, it lurches forward, knocks him in the head. Then he falls in his back, then it lurches forward again and racks him. He stands up, it starts back and he flies off into the wall. I am usually not a fan of slapstick humor, but this just struck me.
Woo hoo! I am moving this weekend! My roommates rule. I went out with all of them on Friday. We just get along so well, but with all their friends hanging around, it's going to be like living in a frat house. Not that I am complaining... could be interesting. Just glad I am single now. I plan on staying that way until the icy fingers of Chicago wrap themselves around my neck once again. I got pretty ripped on Friday, so much so I could not bring myself to go out on Saturday. How freaking lame am I? Seriously, how am I goign to hang with all these guys if I can't even drag my old ass out more than two days in a row?
The only thing really stressing me now is how I am going to handle the parking/getting to work situation. I am SO SICK of driving. I just want to park my car somwhere and take the L everywhere.
OOOH... I left something off my list of things to do this summer. Three words...
WATER
BALLOON
FIGHT.