I want to order a new pair of glasses from Warby Parker. The glasses are sweet as all heck and they only cost $95! Just gotta get my prescription from my eye doctor!
The last couple weeks have seen me living a pretty charmed life. Last week I walked into a bar and sitting there was one of the local new anchors. Our eyes met and… he recognized me! He jumped off his barstool and ran over to me, “Donna? Is that you!?” It’s not like he knows me through this blog or any of my 3 other ones, but I did meet him the day before at a seminar we both attended. And no, it was NOT John “Storm of the Century” Bolaris. Regardless, it was really neat… for me.
I also got tossed two insanely awesome speaking engagements that should prove to be fruitful. They’ve already taken place so right now I am sorta waiting to see what happens. We shall see.
My little sister bought a Harley Davidson. Here’s a short video she made of herself describing why she decided to make the purchase.
Here’s a weird one… are there any rules around how to hyperlink a sentence? For the last 11 years, I have always wondered if I should treat the hyperlink like a parenthesis. What I mean is, do I include the period in the hyperlink or should I place it outside of the hyperlink? I have no clue.
I am patiently waiting for that Serge Gainsborg bioflick to come out here. When the heck are they going to slap some damn subtitles on that baby and distribute it? I am growing impatient!
I’ve stopped watching Nikita. The third episode arrived and I just couldn’t get myself to watch it. Instead I’ve been watching Outsourced. I mentioned my love for it on Facebook after last episode and I got my hand slapped for admitting that I liked a show whose premise was the outsourcing of American jobs overseas. I felt bad but I think I may continue to watch it. I’ve always felt a kinship with Indians… probably because my second best friend was Indian. She moved away in 1986 and forgot to tell me. I remember passing by her house and seeing the For Rent sign and being so confused. Damn you, Usha.
Speaking of bestfriends, I had a dream last night of my third best friend, Vickie S. In my dream, I was sitting around doing nothing much when the phone rang and Vickie was on the other end. She told me that she ran into a man at the mall who had something important to tell me. She handed him the phone and I could hear him reciting some sales script for window replacement. I slammed down the phone and cursed under my breath.
What was I talking about? Indians. It’s been so cold and rainy here and all I want to eat is Chicken Tikka Masala. But I haven’t. Mainly because I have NO FOOD in my house. No eggs. No bread. Well, I never have bread. I only buy Tortillas. I have no Tortillas. I have no Grapefruit Juice. I have no cream for my coffee.
I was talking to someone about this little service that I provide for $99. And I said, if I do one, it covers my grocery bill. And the guy acted like it was really strange that my grocery bill is only 99 a month. Triscuits, pickles and cottage cheese don’t cost that much.
Today for lunch I went to the little grocery store by my house and bought an Italian hoagie. As I ate it, I kept wondering how the ingredients could be the same as what the White House in Atlantic City has in their hoagie and yet not taste as good. And as luck would have it, Mr Pookie Bear invited me to Atlantic City. I have a couple conflicts so I need to figure out if I want to go bad enough to reschedule the meetings.
Right now on my shuffled playlist, The Girl from Ipanema just came up and is playing. It reminds me of the evening I sat in the John Hancock building in Chicago in The Signature Room at the 95th floor, listening to some João Gilberto impersonator.. or maybe it was João Gilberto, I don’t know. At any rate, he asked for requests and I asked him to play One Ton Tomato and he and everyone else laughed at me. Bastards. Guantanamera. Whatever.
Wait! What was I talking about? Indians. As a young girl with a bestfriend who was Indian, it never seemed fair to me that there weren’t any sitcoms or movies or commercials featuring Indians. And maybe that’s why I like Outsourced now. Of course, I remember for Usha’s 10th birthday I gave her the present of an INDIAN Barbie! I was so happy to have found it! And I gave it to her so proudly. Oddly enough, she didn’t seem as happy as I thought she would be. I remember the next week, I asked her why she wasn’t playing with it and she told me she exchanged it for Malibu Barbie.
Tomorrow I scheduled an appointment with Aprille. Yes, I am going to get my hair cut. It’s gotten insanely long. How long? It’s not that far off from Brooke Shields’ hair in Blue Lagoon. I’ll probably only have Aprille cut off an inch or two. I kinda like it this long.
I’d love to watch Blue Lagoon again. I remember it being delightfully silly. The next movie I watch will probably be Social Network or is it Social Media? I can’t freaking remember. It’s the one about the founder of Facebook. I swear, that dude has achieved so much in his 26 years. What prepares a person for that type of success? Or is it merely luck? Maybe if I didn’t spend a large chunk of my life watching Three’s Company episodes I could have amounted to something? Nah. 😉
Is this what Virginia Wolf meant when she wrote about Steam of Consciousness? Nah. 🙂
Okay, I doubt anyone got down this far. Heck, I am barely here myself. It’s time to sign off. Go to sleep. Dream of weird sh*t. Yeah. Whatever.