Today, my good IM buddy Switchcraft asked me, via IM, if I was going to update today. Well, here is your answer:
YES.
Is it going to be random and inane drivel coupled with 2 random pictures that will yield 2 comments at best for my legion of loyal readers?YES.
First, a rant:
What is up with Diaryland put up lame-o ad banners? Isn't that taking away from the D-landers who purchase banner views? Stop being such a money-grubbing bastard, Andrew!
Rain, rain go away, don't come back another day.
What is the point of it being 50 degrees if it is going to rain cats & dogs? (I never got that expression... anyone? Anyone?) I spent 20 minutes straightening my already damaged locks. And it was all for naught. My head looks like a damn Brillo pad. Any bit of moisture in the air and WHUMP! There is frizz!
Last night, it was margarita madness, MADNESS! I headed over to Blue Agave with my good bud Melissa (hi Mel!) and we had good tequila and good conversation. For the first time in my life, I rode the DRUNK BUS. See, I never usually ride the bus after 6pm, so it takes on a whole new dimension at night.
It took my 5 minutes, literally 5 MINUTES, to find my CTA card. I just KNEW it was in my huge mom purse somewhere, but it was eluding me. I could tell the driver's patience was wearing thin. People had to get on, so I had to take my position right behind him. The tequila was desperately begging me to sit down, but until said CTA card was produced, that was impossible. At one point, he slammed on the brakes and my head slammed against the windshield. I glared. He hid a smirk. Finally after 5 minutes of fruitless searching, I located the card in my jean's pocket. Fuck me!
I took my seat and gazed at the specimens across from me. Gack! People on the drunk bus are very homely and most look like they have been hittin' the rawk most of the day.
Being on the bus with even a slight buzz makes it seem so much more fun. Instead of keeping my head down and avoiding eye contact, I was straight up gazing into people's eyes.
I love how I am so opposite of my normal self when I have even the slightest bit of alcohol in me.
Normally pretty shy and reserved in public situations, I get loud. I approach people. I am basically an attention whore. Look at me! Look at me!
I winked at the only attractive person on the bus. I made everyone privy to my cell phone conversations. I wiggled around in my seat. I sighed loudly. At one point, I think I was even muttering to myself about Netflix. Sober me would have kicked buzzed me's ass! Or at least given her a stern eye rolling.
By the grace of God, I made it home without (huge) incident. I slept like a widdle baby, after watching Family Guy and later... stolen porn. At least I fell asleep with a smile!
I had 2 ads to work on this morning and I am taking a break right now. Man alive! It's already 1pm! I guess this is how days are for people that actually work at work. I'll have to look into that.
This made me feel pretty! Um, give Jessica a call and get her Pro-Activ hook up, aight?
Shouldn't this be a little boy? Oh I am BAAAA-AD!
And I'll leave you with a joke...
A three year old little boy was examining his testicles while taking a bath.
"Mama," he asked, "Are these my brains?"
Mama answered, "Not yet."