Listening to Robin Thicke today, compliments of Mr. Kamaal.
If I could have one wish granted for me today, I would probably choose: "I wish there was whiskey in this decaf coffee."
When my horoscope is on point, I generally feel uncomfortable. We learned in Advanced Placement Psychology class how to write horoscopes and how they are basically bullshit; comprised of fabricated, but interesting generalizations for humans. But then I read today's horoscope:
You're completely focused on some small element of your work -- at home or on your career path -- that seems to preclude all other activities. You may need to just close your doors or crank your iPod.
Coincidence or not, I still scrunched my forehead (fore-id:I'm so propah!) upon reading that.
Speaking of on pointe, today I discovered there is a Young Patrons group for the New York City Ballet. Since the new season is just about to begin, I'm seriously considering joining this year. It's $350 big ones, but I am confident this membership would make me very, very happy. It includes talk-backs, invitations to private functions and even the opportunity to attend some live rehearsals. That sounds right up my alley.
If I don't buy the John Legend album by the end of this week, I will. I will. Exactly. I don't know what I'll do.
No one has responded to my volunteer applications or job seeking inquiries regarding helping fighting obesity in American children and adults. Obviously I need to bring this search up a notch--possibly to stalker mode. Jamie Oliver, how can I work for you?
I just had an interesting idea for a cover letter.
Possibly genius.
Let me just write it out here.
SYKE! (cike?)
Due to lack of crediting in certain instances and my general mistrust in society, the most amazing of all my material will now only appear in my hidden notebook.
I abhor this entry.
I'm aborting it.
UNT
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