Someone left a cd in my desk drawer at work. It has “Lonely Mix” written on it. Who would want to listen to lonely music? What sort of songs would be on this cd? I’d play it, but I fear I’d be hanging from the rafters fifteen minutes in.
My boss is still out. Yay! She has some kind of surgery. My hope is that she’s getting the evil cut out of her. Although, that would be a seriously long procedure. Maybe I can settle for getting 1/4 of the evil cut out of her.
Actually, guessing what sort of surgery she’s had is getting to be somewhat fun. Company policy is that you can’t find out why a person is out, so we can’t ask. Here are the clues:
It’s abdominal
She can’t drive for 5 weeks
It’s a condition that gets better as you get older
Her symptoms prompted a cancer screening
She has digestive problems and she’ll eat very bland foods or no food at all sometimes
She’s evil (that’s just her though)
My guesses so far are Colitis or Crohn’s disease. Any others?
I’m at work. No one is in the office and I have nothing to do. Our email is down for the rest of the day and I’m bored. I have some certificates I need to make, but that’s about it. I just finished the project I thought would take me the better part of the day.
I’ve been going out to dinner a lot and it’s showing on my hips. Yikes! Gotta lose those pounds! I bought a pilates video but now my DVD player isn’t working - I think it’s hooked up wrong - so I’ve just been doing some stretches.
I’m becoming obsessed with my looks. Doing battle against the ravages of time and not winning. It’s enough to make a girl cry. I don’t know why this means so much to me, trying to appear younger, but it does. I have a plastic surgery list, for Pete’s sake!
Will I turn into one of those women who walks around in mini skirts and crop tops because she thinks it makes her look younger? *shiver* I hope not! Nothing worse than a 50 year old woman showing off her belly button piercing - even if she’s cut.
And why does every teenage girl want to look like Paris Hilton? I think she’s odd looking. All her features sort of blend together in a rodent sort of way. And there’s never anything behind the eyes. Have you noticed that? And what, exactly, does she do?
Could someone tell me when did the whore get to be the idyllic role model for young girls? It seems there are a bunch of women in the public eye who are young, easy, pretty and not too bright. Where did they come from? And why have we seen most of them naked (and not in the movies!)?
What ever happened to the classy young actress? I watched a retrospective on Elizabeth Taylor last month and she had done some movies in her late teens, early twenties and she was always so reserved and put together, even at that young age. Was she really that way, or did the press have more respect then (or maybe less control?) Maybe Liz was out on the red carpet flashing her thong and we just didn’t hear about it….
Still, it makes me wonder. I saw a girl about 5 years old wearing a pair of low-rise jeans that showed her butt crack and a crop top. Who dresses their child like that? And who makes low rise jeans that low for children? Did Charlie Sheen and Roman Polanski start a clothing line together?
What are we doing to our little girls? Teaching them to be stupid and slutty? Why? So they can be famous? So they can find someone who will take care of them? So they can be burnt out and depressed before they’re 30?
I’m a full grown adult and I’m still taken in by all this about image. I want to look younger than I am. I want to do a little cosmetic maintenance to beat back time. How are these images affecting girls much younger who don’t have the filter of wisdom to make choices?
It’s something I’m thinking about a lot lately.
There’s something going around this summer. Everyone in the office is sick today. It’s just me and another person! And a couple of my friends are sick. Summer 2006 = bad mojo. Tsunamis, heatwaves, wars, rumors of wars….what the heck? I am officially stating that as of today I am burying my head in the sand. And I’m not coming out until the weather has returned to normal. So there!
Again I’ve been neglectful here. Why? This time it is because my normally temperate room has somehow shifted in the time/space continuum and become the vortex to Hell. It is some 90 degrees in here. All the time. I don’t understand it. All the time I’ve lived here the bedroom can get moderately warm, but now it’s practically in flames.
Heat makes me grumpy. Really grumpy. The other day, if I’d had a sledgehammer, I’d done serious damage to the car parked next to me that didn’t leave me enough space to get in. Why is that, you ask? Because there are some people in this world who don’t know if they have a compact car or not. These people were especially stupid because they had a Denali. By any stretch of the imagination is that a compact car? I think not.
Then there was the lady in Nordstrom who looked directly at my friend and I while we were standing at the counter and then decided to turn and help another customer who wasn’t even ready to check out. I’d never seen anything like it. I was like, “no she didn’t!” and was seriously ready to go full metal ghetto.
It’s the heat. It makes me very short tempered. Was it Woody Allen who said that serial crimes always happened in August in New York because the shrinks went on vacation and the weather was at the hottest? I can believe it. This is why I do not own firearms.
So that is why I’ve not been very active here (this time). I’ve thought about posting and lying on the sofa in the cool breeze always wins out.
