Sunday, June 24, 2007

Don't bother looking for a common thread

Colin, darling. Don't do that. Don't call me 10 hours after I (politely) ripped you apart. The coincidence makes me think you've discovered my blog. And then I freak out a little.

It wasn't a notable weekend. While Colin did finally acknowledge my existence, I didn't see him. We were supposed take his boat out on the water today. It didn't happen. It wasn't his fault. I shrugged it off.

Vegasmania is starting to settle in 'round these parts; Meg and I killed off a good part of the weekend at the mall looking for the perfect wardrobe for her extravagant birthday weekend. I didn't get much (a killer Kenneth Cole skirt and a dress from H&M that I think I'm going to return) but Meg did quite well finding pieces to supplement what she already owned.

I scored a goal in my soccer game on Saturday.

I think that I broke my toe. I am not pleased.

I made the mistake, er, the mature decision of looking at my credit card balances today. Ugh. What an absolutely disheartening journey of enlightenment that was. I need to get a new job - a job in which I will be paid reasonable wages - or this could get ugly. Sigh. I know better.

Speaking of new jobs: I still haven't heard from the one I interviewed for a few weeks back. Am I so unqualified and devoid of personality that I am not even remembered, let alone given the common courtesy of a rejection letter?

Song I am currently listening to on repeat: "Bubbly" by Colbie Caillat.

I'm getting up at 5:45 tomorrow morning. But I'll stay up to watch Sunset Tan anyway. Because in addition to chocolate, Colin, buying things because they're really good deals, reading blogs at work, movies starring Zach Braff, Ford Mustangs, over committing myself, David Beckham, Trader Joe's, sports, hair products made just for the curly, Grey's Anatomy and hockey players ...reality television is totally my weakness.


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