Some ponderings:

1.) I could easily become addicted to this top coat I'm using, because it makes me want to pet my nails. They're so smooth they feel fake. 'Tis brilliant.

2.) Amy may think we're an equal pair monetarily, because we have a joint bank account blah blah blah, but the truth of the matter is that she's well off and I'm poor as shit. I had to clean puke off a pool deck today. That's the class demarcation: did you clean up a stranger's puke today? Is this a possibility for you, ever? I can totally see Dan Humphrey cleaning up puke in that stupid cafe at his father's stupid gallery.

3.) I always spell Humphrey wrong the first time, usually by forgetting the e.

4.) I was unaware that 'demarcation line' was redundant until I looked up the definition and realized that it was. Line of demarcation isn't really, though. "There's the line of demarcation" isn't redundant, but "That stripe is the demarcation line" is incorrect.

5.) The US State department has a travel website that is addictive. I have spent all morning reading about dangerous places I can go. On Amy's rich person dime.

6.) I really want this bag, but I don't know if I, as a poor person, could realllly pony up $850 when I could get a knockoff by Nine West for $95.


For my next blog entry, I think I'll write up all the things I wish were true about 'space' but aren't, or are unprovable. As of right now. WAIT IN ANTICIPATION.

For once in my salty life I have television programming that I am looking forward to! That's always been Amy's domain, the avid television viewer, while I hide in the shadows watching ATHF and Ren and Stimpy. But since my obsession with Gossip Girl needs to come to an end, I have been desperate to replace its deliciousness with something else. Here are my three front runners for summer:

1.) Kings

2.) The Tutors

3.) Parks and Recreation

I was going to say something about each one, but now I'm not! SO ADIEU!

BLARGH ART HISTORY BLARGH

I haven't eaten in a day and a half and I think I'm losing it. Well. I've had coffee.


Dinner tonight, though, for sure. Yesterday I chose to nap.



Also, I'm growing out my bangs, which is a painful process. And the machine didn't have the flavored water I like, so I'm drinking ordinary Dasani. Which tastes like it came straight from the sewer.

I have an argyle sweater with me in case I get cold during this lecture.

I have a hummingbird pendant on. It's made from a scrabble piece.


I miss you too, internet.

I want to be the person who sent this in to Postsecret.

"And try though he might to express the beauty and tenderness with which any of us would describe the glory of Nate waking us each morning with that sunny smile and delightful disposition, Serena is not paying attention because her phone keeps pinging her with updates from Blair, who predictably is going nuts at her house like a ferret on fire in a cage also made out of fire. "

Do yourself a favor and watch Gossip Girl. Seriously. And the read all of the recaps here, at Television Without Pity:

http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/show/gossip-girl/recaps.php


GO NOW.

Amy and I sat around last night eating fried chicken and watching 2001: A Space Odyssey, and today I'm so puffy my engagement ring barely fits. Hooray. I see salads in my future.

I'm at work, and there's a new policy that supervisors sit out of rotation during swim meets and closing shifts, and thus here I am! Sitting, waiting for catastrophe to strike. And looking at cocktail rings at tiffany.com. Any of the rings from the Legacy collection would suffice, but they have a diamond ring in that collection that is outstanding. Thanks in advance!

So at work I have this weird ritual, where I have to greet the ice machine every day that I open. I've been doing this since I became a supervisor because when I used to unlock the ice room, where the ice machine lives, it would always be producing ice, and rumbling. So I'd say hello, like it was talking to me. I have personified it to the point that when I close I say good-night, and turn out the light in the ice room. I've been doing this for over a year. So yeah. Icemakers- worthy of love and affection.