Flipflops in the Rain


i have more than three toes, but i’m definitely a sloth.

i showered today. and then i promptly put on the same sweats i’ve been wearing for three days and settled onto the couch for a hard day of work and inauguration watching.

while many of my friends and co-workers risked their lives to metro into the city for the event, i selected to stay in. by now, you’ve prolly figured out that i no likey the bitter cold.

however, i really hate working from home.

i know, “boo hoo hoo, i can work anywhere that has an internet connection; woe is me, i can stay in my jammies all day” — but seriously. i feel like a sloth. when i shut down my computer at 5, all i want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep until morning. when i finally pull myself off the couch to eat, i grab something carby and disgusting. and the working out i was bragging about last week? yeah… no. haven’t done it since. the fact that i bathed this morning (granted, it was maybe 33 seconds long) is pretty amazing.

i’m actually thoroughly looking forward to going back into the office tomorrow.

i’m even more looking forward to NOT going into the office on Thursday and flying to denver to see lyd and conebone for a long, much-needed weekend* away.

*not that my weekends here have been bad lately — just really busy. having an awesome surprise guest, meeting up with an awesome not-surprise guest, helping DR move, eating lots of pizza, battling the tourists to get to the bloggerational ball in adam’s morgan where i met many fabulous d.c. bloggers who know how to drink and dance** — i’m ready for a relaxing weekend.

**sorry guys, there’s no way i can link to everyone. i spent the better half of yesterday updating my google reader to include everyone i met — there’s no way i could add links to this post without forgetting someone. i’d rather people didn’t find out what a jerk i am just yet… it was fantastic to meet such truly funny and fun people. Thanks for a great time!

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i’m kind of afraid to say it…

… but am i the only one who’s pretty much over Gossip Girl?

don’t get me wrong — i’ll still watch it. but something is definitely off.



definitely not flipflop weather

In case you haven’t figured it out, I seriously hate rain — but reading about the Washington state floods is making me sick to my stomach. This video shows the devastation that my hometown has suffered in the past 48 hours. Is it weird that I feel guilty for not being home right now? To all my Valley Rats, Seattleites, Bellinghamsters and Ferndaliens, please be safe and stay dry.

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picture stolen from my friend erika, who risked her life to play stormwatcher with her family yesterday. and to think i’m the one who majored in journalism.



is it still bragging if i’m eating cupcakes for dinner?

last night, i got a facebook comment from denver married friend: “You better stop bragging about all your gym going…remember…i could still kick your ass.” well that left me feeling kinda like an asshole. not because of the bragging (my consistent gym-going this past 9 months is probably my biggest accomplishment in about 20-some odd years), but because all i’ve been doing for the past week is talking about cupcakey deliciousness with pithy.

you see, my dear friend pithy will be starting grad school tomorrow at the prestigious Georgetown University (make sure to go give her a written pat on the back). while i’m extremely excited for her, i’m more excited that this will lead to even more motivation toward her dedication to bringing in yummy goodies to the office because two days a week, she’ll be mere blocks away from the notoriously tasty and popular…. georgetown cupcake!

since making this discovery, we’ve been going on and on about the variety of cupcakes we’ll be trying — chocolate banana, lemon berry, lava judge… i’ve even picked my birthday cupcake of choice from their list of monthly selections (April 3, white choc raz, thankyouverymuch). i’ve never even tried their cupcakes, but something tells me i’ll be eating them weekly until pithy graduates.

…and long story short, i’m over the asshole-ness feeling i was feeling, and i will continue bragging about my awesomely rockstar gym-going-ness via facebook and twitter. it’s not bragging if i’m still fluffy.



tv fangrrrrrrrl

since my 2008 resolution was an overwhelming FAIL (let’s just say, i’m not meant to be rich), i decided not to do resolutions this year — just basic to-better-myself-is-to-happy-myself goals. (i have no idea what that meant). the goals include write more, eat less, yoddi yoddi yodda.

instead, in the past six days, when i’m not writing less and eating more, all i’ve done is morph into this*:

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i apparently don’t like drawing extremities. also, i have red hair again — but that’s the only resemblance to my real life. (although TV-framed glasses would be AWESOME.)

so i now resolve that as soon as i finish the 5th season of “one tree hill” on dvd, i’ll be back to my ass-kicking self. except of course on monday nights. and unless of course amazon delivers my “how i met your mother” and “30 rock” sets by then.

*possibly part of a new weekly series as requested by Crazy Eyes.