1). Last night was like the second coming outside. Good thing myself and two friends weren't moving a couch from the G-spot to their place and were using a pickup truck. Oh wait we were. The type of rain last night reminded me of Karate Kid II at the end when the hurricane came to Okinawa and everyone was running around in kimonos. Almost made me want to run frantically around the block in mine, instead I got chinese and fell asleep on my friends couch watching Top Chef. (PS I hate Tiffani, want to have a million of Harolds babies, and want to go party with Candice)
2). I need to hire whomever is the personal trainer for X-men 3. If they can turn this guy into
this body that's proof positive in my book. Plus it's almost swimsuit season and I don't plan on covering up.
3). Apparently the bouncer at Millie and Al's knows me and a couple of my friends so well that we are no longer required to show ID's and are ushered in like the D-listers we are. My dreams are coming true people. (Not that I'm familiar with bartenders/bouncers/barback/dj's at numerous bars across DC and some in Delaware (Rehomo)) oh wait, who's friend from summer camp's parents were the owners of the now defunct Renegade? yeah that'd be me......
4). My love for hoodies knows no bounds (I have over 10) not only are they comfortable and gloriously soft, they come complete with a pocket in front a la kangaroo fame that can hold items such as, bottles of wine, six packs of beer, 40's (that's right, more than one) as well as other items one may need while wearing said hoodie.
5). I'm pretty sure I have no soul. At the Sandanista safeway the other day I was standing in front of the entrance trying to activate the door thingy so that the door would swing open, it didn't. about 10 seconds later while I'm looking ridiculously confused a child of 12 walks by and in front of me and the door automatically swings open. If those things aren't soul detectors I'm not sure what was going on.