who else gets those annoying work e-mails but I get them A LOT. This one just so happened to be really funny. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud (literally) in my cubicle.
Someone actually managed to SKIP me in line at Pax today when I was patiently waiting to order my sandwich. I was APPALLED!!! I wanted to knock dude in his head with my umbrella!… ya know…. the pink one Dom got me for my birthday.
I’m okay now. I just wanted to remind you guys to be nice to your neighbors and don’t skip the line this holiday season. Someone may chin check you for it!
in the year 1992? I was in Brooklyn running away from lace stockings! Here’s me and my cousin Nicky circa Easter 1992.
Hahahahaha!!! Now here’s me at ‘92 in February. Don’t I look the same? I was reading the article from the Times on the ‘92 scene and decided to see if I could figure out which pics in my moms albums of me were from ‘92. I think I approximated pretty well.
From the first pic, does it look like I’m old enough to be hangin? lol… shhhhh. Let’s keep that between you and me!
moviefone! I’m at work so I can’t watch youtube videos here, but I’m pretty sure the clip works. Moviefone got the Sex and the City trailer and and I’m loving it! All 47 seconds of nonethingness. I’m glad they didn’t ruin the movie by telling the story in the trailer.
Go ahead… watch!
UPDATE… And here’s a clip of some “video vixens” talking. I thought it was kind of interesting.
“Seasonal affective disorder, also known as winter depression, is an affective, or mood, disorder. Most SAD sufferers experience normal mental health throughout most of the year, but experience depressive symptoms in the winter or summer. “ via Wikipedia
I’ve been saying this for like the past 2 winters. I’m going to get checked out or something because this winter stuff is SOOOO not cool.
The countdown to TRINIDAD begins now! 106 days left.
sometimes you just can’t win. Filling a little defeated right now. Only the stuff below could make me feel better. I’m about to descend back into fat girl mode! I’m gonna cook when I get home. Who’s coming over for dinner?