Creative Juices

You know you're Monica Geller-Bing when...

You call in sick so you can clean your apartment. I admit it, I'm a closet housewife. All I want is a clean house, fresh baked cookies and time to go to Target. Is that so much to ask? No. And that's why I called in sick to work, when I'm not really sick. I know, it's pathetic.
Then again, how do you make a good week great? Have off Monday and Friday.
Now, I wonder whats for breakfast....

She Rants She Raves She even stands on her head

Thursday is officially rant-and-rave-about-random-things day. At least it is for me. I know most people rant and rave all the time, but I dont. So I think once a week should be sufficient.
Why oh why do I torture myself? You know those days when no matter what you do you'll still look hideous in the mirror? Yet I decide I'll spend my lunch hour in a Old Navy dressing room, trying on bathing suits (of all things). What, am I stupid? Glutten for punishment, maybe? 800 bathing suits later, I run to Chick-fil-a and get myself a sandwhich (not grilled) fries and to balance it out, a lemonade (my dentist said I should stop drinking soda, and Emily's chiropractor said the same... so I'm trying to limit myself to one glass a day). (I wont even mention the lemon pie for my 3 o'clock snack).
On the drive back, I hit this intersection. I often wonder what made someone decide to build an intersection on the top of a hill. Seriously. If you have to make a left hand turn, it's impossible, cause you cant see the cars coming from the other direction. A simple solution would be to have a light with a green arrow, right? But no. Let's watch the people die instead. Much more interesting.
And I was thinking, maybe, just maybe, the weather could decide what the hell its doing. Am I hot? Am I cold? Am I rainy? Am I sunny? Why is it being so skitso?? Is it really that difficult to go, "Hey look at the calendar, it's almost June. I'm supposed to be sunny and warm. Okay, I'll do that. Just like I'm supposed to." It's your JOB weather. Your JOB.
Okay, I think I'm done. *takes a sip of lemonade*

SABRINA: I'd rather be on the episode of Fear Factor where they poured worms on her legs, snakes on her stomach and hissing roaches on her face than go to the dentist.

But I went. And I survived it. It wasnt easy, mind you. But my teeth are all cleaned and happy. And what did I do right after? I drove across the street to Goodberry's and got myself some vanilla ice cream (well, actually it's too yummy custard) with colored sprinkles. And not the crayon tasting sprinkles, but the real good ones. The kind that puts the plaque right back where it belongs.

The Sabrina Show

So, by popular demand (if you consider Nick Tripp popular), I've started a blog.

I guess it'd be best to give you the low down on myself. I graduated from good ol' Liberty University in 2001. The fates decided I shalt not use my degree in graphic design, I shall instead toil away at a desk in front of a computer doing absolutely nothing. So, here I am, with plenty of time on my hands to create a blog. And this, is the busy time of the year.
I work at Duke (the University), for Continuing Education and Summer Session. I really like the people I work with, so I cant complain too much. Then again, I like just about anyone. Unless they're really annoying. But even then, I still put up with them. I'm weird, what can I say?
I have a fish on my desk, his name is Dawson the fishie. He's a beautiful purpleish pinkish blueish Japanese fighting fish. And when they said fighting, what they meant was masochistic. Dawson's favorite past times include bashing his head against the bowl and drilling his brain into the gravel. He also enjoys staring at me and letting out a silent scream. Like the great Dawson Leery, he will always remain utterly alone.
Which leads me to the next obvious point. I worship "Dawson's Creek." Today marks two weeks without the late great show, and I have continued to survive. It isnt easy, but I've got the season 1 dvd and all the other eps on tape, I think I'll make it through.
With summer here, I'm at a loss for how to entertain myself. I thought about reading, but really? Why would I read when I have a gazillion free channels to watch. (Legally free, people. The husband works for Time Warner). They just released Tech TV on demand. Any time I want it. Yeah baby. But they dont have any TSS or Martin eps yet, so I'll just wait patiently.
Well, I should wrap this up. I've got to go to hell, I mean, the dentist, today. I'll let you know how it goes.
I leave with these parting words from "Gilmore Girls":

LORELAI: Rory, I love you. I would take a bullet for you. But I'd rather stick something sharp in my ear than go to the club with you.

RORY: Fine.

LORELAI: I'd rather slide down a banister of razor blades and land in a pool of alcohol than go to the club with you.

RORY: I got it.

LORELAI: Don't stop me, I'm on a roll. I'd rather eat my own hand than go to the club with you. Ooh, I'd rather get my face surgically altered to look like that lunatic rich lady with the lion head than go to the club with you.

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