That's Alex. I googled my name and that's what I found. I thought it was pretty damn ironic considering that I also had a boyfriend of that name (Kyle) once upon a time when I was young and dumb. I don't have a damn thing to say, so if you don't want to stay, that's okay. I don't mind. Because you know, I'm so damn accomodating. But I'm feeling a little angry today, so you never know. I might be HILL AR EEE USSS! Doubt it, though - so go get you a drink and then maybe we'll chat. Get me one too.
1. It is very, very lonely without dh here on the weekends. AT and her husband are on a freakin diet, so they don't drink. Or eat out anymore. They invited me out to see 'Troy' last night, but the thought of watching the PITT in an attempt at an epic for three hours after I spent 8 hours on a bus yesterday on a field trip with two pukers, 28 nose pickers, and various others, I just couldn't do it. Doesn't matter. I passed out at 8:30 anyway. I don't think them military folks like it when you snore in their theaters.
2. Wanna know what you'd look like if you blew up like Veruca Salt so your skin stretched out and then deflated real quick? Look at the back of your elbow. You got just a whole bunch of extra wrinkly skin back there that stretches out nice and smooth when you bend your arm. Bend, straighten, bend, straighten. Too much time on my hands? Not me.
3. I don't think I'll get picked for Survivor II. I don't know what they're looking for, but I'm going to say that I'm probably not it. I'm telling you, not getting picked for that stupid MTV thing really messed with my head. No, not really. I would be a little bit (okay, a lot) sad if I didn't get picked for Survivor II, but not suprised, because I'm the pessimistic optimist.
4. I'm tons sorry, but I've got to stop boring you here. My stomach, after being ill attended to (no, I don't even care if that's grammatically correct or not) these last few days since dh left is threatening to crawl out of my body and take up residence with AT and her husband, who are dieting, which gives you an idea of what a crappy job I've been doing of eating.
Peace be with you.