Flipflops in the Rain


and the dundie for best last day of work goes to…

…well, no one really. it would’ve gone to me if my boss hadn’t gotten me too drunk to drive home. who stays in the office past 5 p.m. on their LAST DAY?

this girl.

(at least i get to see maxie‘s pretty face one last time.)



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*:

tvobsessive

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.



i used to watch disney movies and that makes me cool

… which doesn’t really have anything to do with anything, except that i can name the seven dwarfs faster than three of my colleagues, and therefore, i get coolness points.

speaking of movies and mindless entertainment, i’m addicted to tv this fall. it’s getting ridiculous. a year ago, i watched one, maybe two, shows and only when i was really bored. this year, my sundays, mondays, tuesdays and thursdays are suddenly overpowered with brothers and sisters! gossip girl! fringe! the office! the other days of my week are filled with playing dvr catch-up.

i don’t know how people do this. when crazy eyes made a fall tv schedule a few years back, i mocked her viciously and shamelessly. now, i’m pretty sure my tv obsession is worse than hers and my head is pounding with useless knowledge about fictional pretty people and their in-no-way-realistic problems. then throw in the nonfictional pretty people and their in-no-way-realistic problems. seriously. when did i start caring about the hills or the girls next door or rachel zoe? and how do i get it to stop?!

the saddest part is that i haven’t even listed all the shows i actually watch in a week. or the ones that pithy and dead robin are trying desperately hard to turn me on to. or the football games i’ll be required to watch/sleep through in the upcoming months.

i’m afraid my perfectly crafted workout schedule is going to become extinct soon. any tips on how to conquer this zombie-like trance before it’s too late?