Kray Kray

Happy Saturday, bitches. This afternoon, these are my concerns:

1) How can I secure a hair updo without using any hair ties, barrettes etc.?

2) Why didn't the blogger I frequently follow allow my complimentary comment to be posted? Perhaps I should not follow her anymore--yeah! That'll show her! alwaystakeitpersonally.com

3) How can I finish this post in three minutes and still make it substantial?

Guys, I just came back from the Caribbean and I'm knee-deep in work.

To alleviate stress, I decided to play some Blues Traveler and take pensive pictures. See below.

Really? That's your answer?

This is a pretty awesome picture.

I hope to use it on the back of my book jacket someday as my "About the Author" headshot.

"I will drink it and always be full." - Blues Traveler

Im gonna go out a limb and say this song is most likely about egg nog.

Lately, I've been into song writing.

That's a lie.

In other recent news, I listed that I was 'single' on Facebook and received an alarming, yet bountiful response. I decided it was important to be more honest about that and really put myself out there . . . on Facebook, the most vulnerable of all social medias. I hate Facebook. That's why I want to see The Social Network. To hate/love it more.

I have 29 minutes to take a shower, eat a salad, pack a bag and dinner for work, and reserve a library book online. Speaking of, I just finished my first David Sedaris book. I devoured it, as one does. Sooo, I'm obsessed with that, bla bla bla.

Also, I've decided my 2011 New Year's resolution is going to be mumble less. I know this will be an exciting time for many of you, as you can now hear more clearly my brilliant jokes. But until January, I'm still going to utter most jokes under my breath in a low private voice.

I can't tell if these posts are getting more erratic or more erotic.

Probably both.

Ok bye. UNT

Everyone in that house is rude and unreliable; except for the dog.

Just got done Skypin' with my mother . . .

and now I'm listenin' to Kate Nash, naked, on a definite coffee high, texting everyone I know in the city to see if I can crash on any of their plans today.

Just a typical Saturday morning . . . er . . it's 12:30 . . . Saturday noon.

I have so much to read!! Since the weather forecast predicts some T-storms later, I should really get my ass into gear, get dressed and trek downtown to fart around the city until it rains. And perhaps I shall bring my reading with me . . . and duck into a lil' coffee shop to relax.

Suddenly this day sounds fannnntasticly lovely.

So, it's about that time . . . for a summer love. I think this summer I'm going to lean towards bulky. I don't mean fatty, I mean . . . muscular; mostly the arms. Yeahh. Why not have a summer love who looks great naked or on the beach or at a rooftop BBQ or at an outdoor Sunday brunch? Perf. I'll keep you updated . . . should be after I get back from Cali ;)

for your reference:

and with that, I leave you.

xox.