No wonder I'm single
I sat through half an hour of NBC's new sitcom "Coupling" last night. I thought a good night's sleep might put things in perspective. Sleep just heightened my distaste. This show was bad. I think my roommate liked it (not Reuben, I move tomorrow). That frightens me. What if others felt the same way? What if they aren't already planning a mid-season replacement? The characters were so vapid. All of the marginally funny stuff was in the commercials. At least this way I can shut the TV off right after "Scrubs". I'll get my "Good Morning Miami" (I can't believe that show is back. I thought I was the only one that could stand to watch it) fix after the "Gilmore Girls" on Tuesday. I don't like "Will and Grace" anymore anyway. Looks like this TV season is shaping up to be another fine one.

I thought I was sick of TV. I guess not. I will be in December. Just wait.

The book of Lego
Wow. Even The Royer never did this with his little blocks. Although I have no doubt that he could've.

Doin' it Stuckeyville style
Yes, I was happy when Ed and Carol finally heard my chants of "Bowling Alley Sex" that began somewhere around the halfway point of the episode. No, I'm not happy that this show has to die. And no, clasped hands is not my favorite visual representation of sex. I don't know what is right now, but that's not it.

Stop being polite and start being jealous
The Real Worlders were snowboarding in Switzerland and I had to turn off the TV or else I was going to run into my room, grab my board and leave the country.

The question is,"Why not coffee?"
At Starbucks yesterday I decided that I could have a Vanilla Creme Flappychino. The tall $3 treat was like sipping Vanilla air with the occasional chunk. At least it was until I got to the whipped cream. Then it was like sipping air and fat through a straw. Which leads me back to my initial question.

You're not the boss of me now
My boss returned from 2 months of sick leave today. It was really great for at least 10 minutes. Mostly it was odd. She was asking me to do things that I was already doing and have been doing for about 2 months now. She was way out of the loop and I can barely remember how to fill her in. I really like her though. I'm glad she's back.

The Battle at Materialism Crossing
I'm moving next week and all my things are nearly boxed up. Everything I've been living with for more than a year can fit crammed inside a '92 Saturn. I want to throw half of it away, but I want to buy furniture too. Something has to give. Since I need a bed and I want the UltraLounge I'll probably keep the rest of the junk.

What Would Elvis Do?
Maybe I am all shook up. Uh-huh.

My dear sweet
Isabel, violent windy Isabel, thanks for sparing me. You did take out my cable, but that's only 'cause you love me.

Could it be?
I was just invited to a party via evite. The party isn't far from here, but I swear I have no idea who the host is. Am I a bad, forgetful friend? Am I out partying and blacking out? Do I lead a double life?

Stop with the lies
-I wish Michaella would stop changing her birth date.
-The most beautiful two days possibly ever and tomorrow it all gets blown away. How can it be?

For those of you that thought time was standing still
More reports of high school classmates getting married and having babies. Zany.
Me- I'm a happy 5th wheel, with a garter in my back pocket.

The storm, she iza comin'.

Oh no
Oh blargh is dead. Sad.

Oh yea
It's Kella's birthday. Happy birthday to her.

Ewww.
I painted "Just married" on the Smiths' cars. My thinking in choosing the red marker was red=hearts=love. After the marker/paint stuff ran it looked more like red=blood=psycho thriller.

Where can I find a theory like that?
It is my belief that "Stacy's mom" is the same woman as "Jesse's girl". It may seem odd, but I think that J's girl is all grown up now. She has a daughter and she is once again inspiring music. Quite a woman.
This is only conjecture at this point, though I am searching for evidence. I do not however see any reason to believe that Jesse is Stacy's dad. Even the romantic in me will not allow such whimsy.

so afraid that what I'll find might be what I deserve
I can't escape the pull of my television. I know there are things to do; things I want to do, but I just can't get it together. I'm like my new Zippo (registered trademark). I'm shiny and pretty on the outside and I get a spark or two, but there's no fuel-- man. I've got to get some fuel so the fire will burn, man. It's all about the fuel.

"So afraid that what you'll find, won't be what you deserve."
It's about that time of year again. School would've started if I was into that sort of thing. I'd be meeting new people and starting to crush so I'd be primed by the time my November "love cycle" was ready to roar in.
Instead there's no school, minimal new people. So, I start thinking about new jobs, new places, new stuff in general. Moving across town will calm me for a bit, but will it be enough for the winter? Perhaps if I couple that with some of those personal goals I can head into another year. One of those goals is to get out and experience more of DC- more museums, shows, big city life. They don't call me Big City for nothing. Nobody calls me Big City anymore. Then again, nobody knows why I got that nickname in the first place. So they do call me Big City for nothing. Or they did. That's not the point!

A moment to reflect
Two of my friends from high school are getting married (Justin Shaw and Nick Wills in case you're keeping tabs). Congrats to them. The engagement announcement mentions that they are both account executives at fairly large Ad/Pr Agencies in KC. In no way does the following statement intend to demean their achievements: Perhaps I did not fully exhaust the agency job market in KC or anywhere else for that matter.
I'm reflecting, are you?

That's the spirit
I just found out that the Ultimate team I joined last winter for a tourament in Edinboro, PA won the spirit award for that tournament. Nice guys do finish last, but get a reward months later. Way to go CUltimate! (I'm still amused that a Catholic School would name their team Cultimate and not see the irony.)

Post-vacation stress disorder
I know it's only been two days, but I'm really lonely since I got home from vacation. And really, how big of a complaint can that be when I put in a 12 hour night of sleep last night?
Amanda is doing her best from Holland to fix things and my lunches with Trang have been especially nice, but the Metro rides home and the actual being home have been less than stellar. Groceries might be the cure. Stay tuned.