Who created the whole 'TGIF' movement? How long have people been saying it? I feel like it must have started in an office with this incredibly annoyingly cheery guy that went around doing the double guns and saying 'TGIF, buddy!'. And apparently there was one soul in that office that found this manic hand gesturing guy cool and thus, aided him in establishing the TGIF phenomenon by spreading the gospel according to office nightmares everywhere.

i don't know if it's the child within or an obsessive compulsive tendency in all of us but do you know anyone that pushes the crosswalk button less than three times? somehow, the more times you push the button, the faster the light changes. it's a strange science.

You know you're on the fast track to promotion when you wake up and your first thoughts of the day are, "Hmmmm, I haven't worn my purple eyeliner to work in a while." Upper management here I come!

another realization from my rare burst of physical activity: apparently, i get really into the music. i noticed sometimes when i'm walking, i start to pull subtle but noticeable dance moves. i start walking a little funky or change my step up. yeah, i know what you're thinking. i'm sure i just made a whole load of peoples' days. midget white girl walking down the street in huge head phones and spandex pants doing the moonwalk. now i realize why i enjoyed napoleon dynamite so much - i have napoleonic tendencies.

I just went for a walk and had a near death experience with a priest drivng a BMW SUV. I don't know what's more wrong with that picture - the fact that i almost got hit by a drunk driving priest in a luxury SUV or that i actually went for a walk.

I just noticed my blog is on West Coast time. WTF? Oh, now i see where I can change it.





I'm special. Very, very special.

Nevermind caffeine and nicotine being the last legal stimulants. I'd like to give an 'AMEN' to Dayquil. This stuff gets me all hopped up and happy for hours. I don't even know if it works on my cold symptoms becasue I cease to care that I have a cold. I also cease to remember that it's not okay to tell your boss that you're 'high on Nyquil' and her comments 'just roll off.' Thank god I don't drive a forklift or operate any type of machinery besides a PC (which is dangerous enough for me). I wonder if the local pharmacy will notice if I start buying them out.

Oh and in regards to my previous post about Bob's Furniture Ads. I've never seen a prayer answered so fast. God has yet to answer my other requests regarding the size of my ass, the size of my bank account, and world peace; but somehow, he managed to bump up my Bob's request to the front of the line. Those ads are that bad. About ten minutes after that post, I saw a Bob's ad using claymation figures of Bob and his bimbo blond sidekick instead. Unfortunately, he's still in business. But I'd much rather look at claymation and listen to some lame ass diddy than look at his mug and hear his voice grate on my helpless ear drums. There is a God and he is merciful.

okay, so how do you submit a petition to remove someone from life support who isn't even on it yet? Does anyone else wish Bob from Bob's furniture would have the plug pulled on him? I'd ask what ad production company would agree to produce such trash as a Bob's Furniture ad but it's obvious he has his brother-in-law Billy Joe Bob film them as practice for his film course he's taking at the commmunity college. He's just the kind of person that you wonder how he got to where he his. Did no one along the way say 'Hey, Bob. you're so f*cking irritating. You're fired.'? Who gave him money to start a business that would ultimately facilitate the cash necessary to produce terrible commercials and drive me to drink more than I already do? I ponder this question more than the 7 wonders of the world. What purpose could such poor quality advertising serve except to send me channel surfing far, far away from 2 minutes of utterly horrifying television.

why the hell does Danny from Billerica on the Real World talk like he's a short bus riding sped kid? There's a Boston accent and then there's him. I think I would pay good money to listen to a debate between Duh Duh Danny and Mumbles Menino. There of course would be no winner of the debate because Boston can't afford a mumbles translator because the Big Dig continues to put us billions of dollars in the hole. But the entertainment value of hearing a new language emerge in front of my very eyes will be worth it.

you know you're getting old when you have no idea who anyone is on TRL.

so is it me, or are those burger king commercials weird? i don't know if i'd be perfectly okay with a strange man with an enlarged king's head standing outside my window handing me a breakfast sandwich. nevermind don't take candy from strangers; don't take fast food from fruits dressed as royalty.

So these tradeshow tabletops have consumed many of my working hours (along with the usual BS we all do at work to pass the day like finding new and interesting ways to get fired). I just wanted everyone to get some insight into the world that is my job. This may explain a little more about me, including my drinking habits and lack of attention span.

Now don't get me wrong - I am not a male basher. I admit that women have their faults as much as men. However, sometimes men do things, things that are generally labeled 'stupid', that make me wonder why it was ever a good idea to let them bring a razor to their throats everyday.

Do you ever notice sometimes that you have no idea who your parents really are? When my mom and dad argue, my dad wants to take a survey of 10 impartial people to prove that at least 3 or 4 people are on his side. He also calls on his imaginary friend Sean who's a rowdy Irishman apparently for support. ("Did you hear that one Sean? Should I even respond to that?") It's rather entertaining to watch but I think my mom would disagree.

I love when my mom tells me "Yo momma" jokes. It makes it extra funny. I'm like, "you know you just called yourself fat, stupid and a whore, right? Just checking."