I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE!
OK, it’s weird but if I don’t blog in the morning, I feel all out of sorts but I guess we can say that it is technically still morning on the west coast?
So it’s Thursday Thirteen…Why do I always spell Thursday wrong?
I could go with TMI Thursday, which is what the DC Bloggers do…but I’m feeling shy all of a sudden today.
So I guess I’ll go with 13 (it might not be fully 13) moments/deranged thoughts from this week.
WILL YOU STOP LAUGHING?
— You know what’s awesome? Sex. You know what’s even more awesome than sex? Sex with someone you can have fun with WHILE having sex. And that is all I’m saying on the matter.
— So, remember my issue with the sophomores in my seminar?. Well, this week’s class, the sophomore complained that she didn’t understand most of the readings and maybe it was because she was just a sophomore and didn’t have a lot of background in International Relations. It took EVERYTHING in me not to snap back with “Yeah, that’s why this is a seminar reserved for senior.” But I was good…this time.
— How the hell does it get to be midnight every night before I even get to the things I need to do?
— So I told my boss about the email I received from COM
and told him that he was thinking of inviting me to an event…the day he met me. My boss literally went “O.o”
— I need to remember to check my PO Box. I forget that I even have it. *head desk*
— VP of my company to his assistant: Where is Greensboro, GA?
Me (butting in): It’s in GA?
VP: Thanks for that wonderful input. I’m going to be giving you another chart to work on tomorrow.
Me: Bring it.
— Bitch, you are NOT my supervisor. I suggest you get off your high horse…before I knock you down.
— Speaking of horses, my ass is getting big enough to be a horse’s ass.
— Is it bad that I don’t want to go to class because the cute guy won’t be there?
— Why does he keep sniffing his armpit? Oh, because he’s a sophomore. That explains it.
— I think it’s time for a cosmo.
— Guess I’m not a good girl with morals because I’m going to move out and become a hooker in the city.
— Is it bad that I want to hump House’s face off?