a chicken walks into the bar (exam)

Things are on the up and up--or so they seem. I have yet to say I hate my job and it's been a month. I think I've given up on dating again. I don't know what I do wrong, but my guess is I'm working the "hot slut" too hard. Who cares, right? I don't. Yes I do, because every other post is a recount of my severley pathetic dating life. Hmmm

I'm going back to the gym. This makes me happy. I was starting to feel a little fluffy around the edges--not good.

I'm getting a new housemate. How exciting. Her name is Amanda. If she ever reads my blog, she might be shocked at my next statement:

SHE'LL NEVER REPLACE A. HART aka Ray Wonder. I love Amanda (my former housemate). She began the Bar exam today. I think she's going to do well. Although I must admit these last few weeks her stress has been rubbing off on me and I'm freaked out about the Bar. Here's a bit of backstory. A. Hart was a third year law student when I moved in with her. I thought she was super smart--gifted, in fact (she hates that term). She is super smart, but then she began talking maddness about how she had no plans to practice. I thought this strange for someone who worked so hard to become Little Ms. Hastings. So we didn't talk about post-law school plans that often. She wowed me this past May when she started going on about the Bar and how she was going to take it. Long story short, today was a first day and she's been going crazy leading up to this event. I know she'll be a nut afterwards as well. But I have my fingers crossed that she rocks out with her ____our (ew). I just know she'll score well--she's gifted, remember?

In all of my warm wishes to one of my favorite people (in dee world), I also wish that she gets out of her seat (mid-exam) and starts clucking like a chicken. I don't know much about the law (well more than the average bear thanks to amanda), but I do know that chicken clucking at the right time can get you a good seat in a court house! I'm being ridiculous--did that even make sense? I'm going with no. This is stream of conciousness, which I'm not fond of. I'll stop now.

leather cuffs...blah

I almost never blog anymore because I suck. No I don't, who am I kidding!? I'm eternally the hot slut of the day.

Seeing that I haven't posted in twenty...read it, my friends, twenty days, it's high time I supply you with that mind-numbing blather that you love so much.

I hate leather cuffs on guys. EW.

Who told the metros that this was cool? It's far from it. Seriously, nothing bugs me more than seeing a guy walk down the street with some greased up hair do, a polo shirt (collar up, mind you), tight jeans, big black sunglasses, and a leather cuff. When I see it I can't help but imagine the guy getting dressed in the morning and seriously putting on his leather cuff. I guess this is comparable to a watch, but it seems so ridiculous. Kind of like thos young guys who wear three shirts, jeans, sweat bands on both wrists, a necklace, sunglasses, a hat, and carries a murse. Oh my god. Aren't guys suppossed to come with less clutter? I know then I think back to my Barbie days, Ken always came with fewer items than Barbie.

Don't you agree that a guy just looks like a complete tool when he's wearing a leather cuff? God, I hate those things. Only John Galliano can wear them and even he's over it.

sorry doesn't cut it

I've been avoiding even looking at le blog, chuntress. I feel guilty. I've even begun to avoid checking my email. I'm ashamed.

I was once so good at responding to email and blogging...what's happening to me? I haven't even posted a dlisted quote. Times are hards, kids. Ok not really. I've just been busy. And before I go any further, I hate when people tell me they're too busy. I think it's rude. On one level I can understand it, but on the other hand it's a bit offensive when someone brushes you off with the "I'm busy." You all can hate me. I hate me today.

So I had date #2 with Nick. I still like him. I appreciate his attitude--it's refreshing. I told him I was reading and like a considerate fellow he brought a book over for himself in the event that I wanted to continue reading. Uh before you go and label him a sap (because I know how you readers work), I must tell you that he makes decisions and commits to them. In fact, he makes executive decisions. If he's not up for something, he's very forthcoming with his opinions. Ahhh my kind of guy. None of this crazy banker maddness. We had dinner at EOS and shared a wonderful dessert. Need I say more?

In other exciting news, work is still great and I have a cocktail get together with a former leg model. I'm interested to see how this goes. Speed dating is this Wednesday and like the sorry liar that I'm turning into, I'm not going. Stop judging me! I have someone coming to look at my apartment. Yes the day is almost upon us....you know what I'm talking about.

This is a stream of consciousness post and I'm really over it. I'm not into things lacking structure or having a focus. So expect more posts soon, but thank me for allowing you to taste a morsel of ridiculosity.