*wiping away tears* Oh pardon me, I'm still laughing.
I had to share this morsel from Perez Hilton
Friday, February 27, 2009
*wiping away tears* Oh pardon me, I'm still laughing.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 11:50 AM
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I love it. It's 7:39 pm and I am still here. I'd like to go home. As a matter of fact, I think I will go home relatively soon. I'm only sticking around to see if I can read up on as many of the next issue's stories as possible. All I want to do tomorrow is write up my press releases and have everything pretty much ready to be sent out on Saturday and Sunday.
This is my last weekend and damn it, I want it to so as smoothly as I can make it. What's killing me right now, however, is the fact that most of the journalists are running late on having things in to the editors. Grr... Ah well, it's deadline day. Why should anything be be in on time?
Grrr... you know what? Fuck it. I'm going home. What are they going to do, fire me?
Posted by BeeOhVee at 7:39 PM
So, on my way to a meeting with our bosses and the CEO, I was humming the song that has been stuck in my head since yesterday. Because I was kind of humming/ singing to myself and reading over my notes, I didn't hear the footsteps behind me until he started cracking up. It was our CEO!
This wouldn't have been so bad except the part I was singing, the part that was most intelligible, was one of the devil's parts, "I'm the Devil, I can do what I want. Whatever I got I'm going to flaunt. There's never been a rock off that I've ever lost. I can't wait to take Kage back to hell. I'm going to fill him with my hot demon gel. I'll make him squeal like my Scarlet Pimpernel."
Luckily he's a fairly young guy and prior to this place he was a big boss over at MTV so he knows Tenacious D well enough to know where the Beelzeboss showdown song is from. After he stopped laughing and my face stopped turning various shades of red, all he said about it was, "thanks. Now that song is going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the day."
I'm really glad I didn't have to explain much. Still, it's kind of hard to hold a serious meeting with your bosses when you know one of them is humming that song to himself.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 1:46 PM
WHY?! WHY?! Por Que?!
Why did both Carla and Stefan have to cock up the final?
Either one of them could have had it in the bag, but because of their dummy moves they let Hosea win it. Argh!
Posted by BeeOhVee at 10:13 AM
I’m pretty damn proud of myself. For the last two days I got everything done except getting my increasingly chubby ass to the gym.
The list includes major accomplishments such as: meeting with yet another headhunter, cleaning the apartment, getting to the laundry as well as putting it all away, looking through wedding photos and selecting our top 50, getting to the Social Security office to take care of the name change, getting to a doctor’s appointment and at long last, getting my taxes done. This bitch took three hours! Three hours!
I never knew how complicated it could be to combine two people and their taxes. It’s almost not worth it to get married. Holy Jebus! After that little slice of heaven, having to go to the DMV to change my license and car registration will seem like a tall mug of nice, warm milk.
Of course, I couldn’t have done this had it not been for Aaron. I have to say, sometimes he comes off as a little abrasive and somewhat pushy, but my goodness can the boy work out schedules. I let him run with it since he likes to have control of something. I normally have the say of what happens, when, etc. But since this involved things that involve him, I gave him a list of things I need and want to get done in two days. I told him to figure it out and my golly he did! I was so impressed.
Of course, now I’m back at work ready to start my last stretch of days. I am officially out of work as of March 6 and I am working straight on through till then. Crazy huh? It just couldn’t be helped. You knew I just had to get one more long-ass week in. A parting gift.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 10:02 AM
Monday, February 23, 2009
Weddings are great. Despite the stress for anyone involved, the generally encourage good, goo-goo eyed feeling all around and with any luck the place holding the reception does a good job on the food. Yesterday we went to our friends David and Christina’s wedding. It was the first time Aaron and I have been at a wedding since our own, so it was nice to remember that the things are supposed to be fun. Fun. Funny that…
The ceremony was blessedly short, the food at the cocktail hour was very good (better than the actual dinner) and Aaron and I had a great time with our own volley of snarky commentary on random things.
There was one slightly awkward part of the day itself and this had nothing to do with Aaron or the couple getting married. We went to the wedding with Jerry and his new girlfriend, Lisa. Now, most of you know why this would be slightly awkward. So I knew I has to behave and believe me I tried. I really did. But I swear from the moment we stepped into the car all I kept doing in my head was comparing her to Kristen. Kristen is prettier, Kristen is smarter, and would never wear that. It was terrible. I was critiquing the poor girl on every point imaginable. I felt so outright vicious. I actually had to force myself to think nice things, to be able to act civilly toward her. Hopefully, I just came off as shy.
But what was I supposed to do? Estranged as Kristen has been lately, I still consider her one of my best friends and I love her. Although irrational, part of me can’t help but feel protective. But Jerry’s new girlie, without knowing it, also left me with HUGE openings for me to tear her up (mostly internally). The prime example was when she brought up P.F. Chang’s. Now, Mind you, I have been to several and I’ve always thought the place is okay. Better than your average Chinese food place, but nothing to boast about. She at one point during the cocktail hour asked me if I’ve been there before. I told her that I had. She pretty much lit up and began gushing about the place and asked if I LOOOOOVED the place too. I responded by saying I thought they were pretty good and that they exceeded my expectations, considering it’s a chain restaurant. I couldn’t help it! I have been ridiculously spoiled when it comes to restaurants. I’ve been to places that have outstanding food and I have been to Chinese restaurants that serve food that one would swear was prepared by God himself. Sure she didn’t have any way of knowing that, but she made that one too easy.
Then as the night progressed she just left me with other opportunities to make me feel superior. It’s terrible but sometimes, when I get like this, I become quite the elitist snob. Now, I’m not even sure how or why it came up, but at one point the conversation turned to reading and she said she didn’t read much. The gremlin that MUST have been running my mind at the time went nutty because this sent me into snobbish overdrive. It was bad. Still, I tried to fight it off. But God help me, as much as I loathe it, there’s a part of me that really feeds off this kind of behavior.
I know, I know, bad Princess Pikachu! She didn’t do anything to me or Kristen for that matter. Eventually, I remembered that and I DID make an effort to be nice and keep the bitch tame. It wasn’t easy though. I suppose, I should now throw out a friendly gesture, like invite them out for coffee to cover up any negative feeling I’m certain seeped through. I just hope this doesn’t invite another opportunity for the snobbish bitch to come out and play. I don’t know if I can contain her for that long.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 11:09 AM
Friday, February 20, 2009
NKOTB are on the Today Show right now! Teehee!
Posted by BeeOhVee at 10:49 AM
Thanks to a fellow blogger, this is the song I HAD to find and watch. I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. Sorry...
Posted by BeeOhVee at 10:18 AM
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Why the hell do loud people get louder when they're on the phone? Don't they know that communication technology has advanced to the point where you really do not need to speak loudly into the receiver? And ones voice certainly is not going to traverse the exnase between the parties.
Or better yet, why do they not shut the damn office door? That's why it's there.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 4:45 PM
I love it. It’s in the 40’s and it feels relatively warm outside. I’m even wearing a skirt today. I feel so girlie! The only problem is, after being covered up since November, it may take a while for my legs to get used to being exposed
Ah well, I’m just happy we’re getting to the point when we say, “it’s in the 40’s” rather than, “It’s only in the 40’s.”
The other nifty thing I noticed yesterday is that when the train emerged from the subway, there was still a touch of red in the far edge of the western sky. We’re getting to Spring folks! Before we know it, we’ll be planning out trips to go camping (I really hope), mountain biking, and burning to a crisp at the beach. Sweet!
Posted by BeeOhVee at 12:42 PM
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
My inner child is squealing!
One of my favorite X-Men characters, Remy LeBeau (must be pronounced with a Cajun accent), aka Gambit, has finally made it to an X-Men movie. It has been rumored that he was going to be in the last one but he was cut. Then there was a rumor that he was going to be played by the dude that plays Sawyer from “Lost” (not that I mind, but I always pictured Gambit to be a bit younger- unless you're talking about when he was temporarily transformed into one of Apocalypse’s Horsemen, Death). But yes. He’s in the new movie and I wanna do a tap dance! Squeeeeee!
Most people don’t know this but once upon a time (from about nine years old straight on through to high school), I was the biggest comic book geek. It mainly started because I was bored one day, didn’t want to go to the library to get a new book and I was really drawn in to the amazing artwork on the covers of my brother’s comics. But yes. I slowly began reading any comic I could get my hands on, often borrowing them from the boys in school. I had a few favorite series-I still adore Poison Elves and still plan on completing my collection one day- but some characters just stood out. I always had an odd soft spot for Gambit. I don’t know, perhaps it was the “ma’ cher,” or the fact that he had a good streak buried in there, especially when it came to Rogue and because I always hoped they would find a way to work things out. But I digress.
Last night while watching TV, my book damn near went flying when I shot up on the couch the moment I saw flying cards in the trailer. I let out a gasp. I honestly let out a gasp followed by “ohmiGoditsGambit!” that ascended in pitch. Aaron shook his head and told me to calm down. I tried. But for a good five minutes I was outright giddy and giggling. He of all people should understand my excitement. He was a far bigger comicbook geek than I ever was. Besides, I wasn't the one who dry humped the back of the desk chair when I first saw the hi-def trailer for Iron Man!
Today I spent most of my time looking for pics of the guy playing Gambit. Try to remember that drool may damage your electrical equipment….
Oh yes, his name is Taylor Kitsch. Apparently he’s from Friday Night Lights.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 3:53 PM
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Great... after trying to do something to help everyone in the office, I come off looking like a dummy. I apparently missed a note stuck in the middle of a standard, and often skimmed weekly e-mail, which would have prevented my goof. Yaaaay
Posted by BeeOhVee at 4:51 PM
Today is one of those days that I kinda wish I had a reset or fast forward button. I started the day off late, so I didn’t pack my lunch and couldn’t eat breakfast. Then I get to work and realize that I left my wallet at home! Luckily I had a few things to nom on and I borrowed a few bucks from our assistant for breakfast. Love her!
Then it seems like everything I tried to write up or send out had some kind of spelling or grammatical error on it. Not only is that really embarrassing, it’s the kind of thing that gets worse as you try harder to correct. At this point, I just want to go home and crawl back under the covers. Well, eat something and then hit the bed.
Sigh… at least Aaron has the night off so he’ll be home to make the bad day go away.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 4:35 PM
Friday, February 13, 2009
Hey everyone. I just realized today is one of the most fun days to mess with people. It's Friday, 13th! Happy Triskaidekaphobia Day!
Today is the perfect day to walk around and do all sorts of things to make people feel nervous. I just wish I had tap shoes. I would so start dancing around every crack in New York City. Ooh perhaps I can round up every black cat I can find and walk them all on leashes. Ah well for now I suppose I'll just have to settle for trying to get my hands on a beat up hockey mask.
Wow. Today's a bad luck day and tomorrow's Valentine's Day. There HAS to be some kind of cosmic joke there.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 1:10 PM
Try as I may, there are times, when even this jaded, black biker jacket-wearing, former Gothie has moments when even something as ridiculous as Valentine’s day kind of makes me smile and dare I say, sort of sappy. Well, perhaps “sappy” is the wrong word. Either way lets just say, I’m a lot more prone to let out a high-pitched, “awwww…" every now and then during this time. But don't let this fool you. There are issues I'd like to address.
Despite my less than favorable view on Valentine’s Day, I am actually a big romantic. I just have my own outlook on the matter. I think it’s preposterous that someone should be made to feel guilty for not expressing in some form of overture that includes something stuffed, plush, or anything displaying a certain winged cherub wielding a poor choice for a plaything.
Love, and I quote, “is like oxygen. Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love.” See, the way I see it. Love and the expression of love doesn’t have to be contained to a specific day. Love can be expressed from something as simple as a warm smile. A touch. A kiss. A great big hug when you don’t expect it. And all of these things don’t cost a thing and better yet, are readily accessible. So why then the big bucks for flowers, candy and the clearly dangerous baby?
My other gripe is this, as readily accessible those expressions of love are, why do we feel the need to define love. I loved my pets, love my hair dresser, I even love the feeling you get when you get that bit of food out from between your teeth. Love is many things. It’s physical. It’s a shoe. A great sale. Bacon (both tender and crispy. I’ll pass on the Canadian stuff, that’s just ham.) You name it. So why then put restrictions on it? Next time you’re out of ideas, give the person you feel a very strong inclination for some shoes or bacon for no apparent reason, on any given day. If they don’t appreciate the gesture, then I’d say, fuck ‘em!
Posted by BeeOhVee at 10:17 AM
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I've signed up for Twitter. I suppose now I can tweet away. I still don't really know why, but there you have it.
The funny thing is, my current boss encouraged us all to sign on to this. Again, I'm still not exactly sure why. I just don't know if I want to put my cell on here. I really don't need to get bombarded by text messages gallore.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 2:52 PM
Aaron just sent flowers to the office. Huzzah!
If I could only post photos from my damn phone!
Posted by BeeOhVee at 11:27 AM
I am so addicted to this show! I can sit there and watch it for hours—and I often do.
I am so excited now that they are down to their top four. My pick for winners are either Stefan or Fabio. Yep I want one of the Euro’s to win. These two guys are awesome! Out of the two of them I hope it’s Stefan. Some people think he's arrogant as hell, and he is. But the man is great, he knows it, and because of it, he is entertaining as hell. You can't fault him for it. I think he has more back to back wins than anyone has ever had on the show.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 11:13 AM
Good golly, he liked it!
I made him flounder and he really liked it a lot. I kept it simple. Baked flounder filets encrusted with cornmeal and a dash of Parmesan cheese. For a side I had steamed asparagus, which I then sautéed for about a minute, in garlic, shallots, EVOO and a dash of salt and pepper. And I paired it all up with a nice salad with red. Yes, Red. I had thin slices of red onion, peppers, apples, and the tastiest grape tomatoes I have ever devoured. This was topped with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing. See, red.
But yes, he loved it all and ate it ALL. He was still kind of, ‘eh’ about the salad, since I think he wasn’t expecting it to be sweet, but he actually didn’t complain or make a face about the fish. I knew he’d love the asparagus (the first thing he reached for) because he does love the stuff and I used a generous amount of garlic and shallots. It was kind of my, truce dish. If he didn’t like anything else, I at least knew he’d love that one.
Dear lord. I’ve just realized I’m raising an adult. Minus throwing food, getting it all over his hair and clothes and drooling all over himself, Aaron’s like a giant, fussy child!
Lord… ah well. So, yes, once again, I felt pretty smug. The streak continues. Tonight, I hope to do it again with chicken. I just have to figure out what I’m going to do with it.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 9:48 AM
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Dinner on Monday was triumphant! I made a pot roast (beef stew style, I accidentally got the cubed chuck meat instead of a solid piece) in the slow cooker. Aaron and Evan refuse to let me throw away the juice that's left. All the meat, veggies and other bits are gone. All that's left is litterally, the juice. They want it saved to use as a topping for rice or the remaining egg noodles.
Last night Aaron and I had veggie dumplings and edemame. He loved it. The later on in the night he went back to the crockpot pot for a second dinner.
But now I am faced with the challenge of coming up with something else for dinner. What can I make that will not be a letdown? I'm going for a baked flounder with some steamed veggies and perhaps a salad.
Aaron wants to try to eat better but I also want him to change his opinion of what healthy food is supposed to be. Somewhere along the line, he got it into his head that healthy food means having to eat dry, bland, foods that resemble bark or twigs. He didn't do himself any favors when he went to a vegan food place either. The dish he got was so appallingly bad that he still says he will never eat tofu again. Bastards!
What kills me is that he goes to such extremes when he decides to do something that he shuts out all other alternatives. Grr... I mean, withthe tofu thing. Had he really wanted to try eating it, you'd think he'd turn to his very own Asian, wouldn't you? Nope. Ah well, perhaps one day he'll listen. At least I got him to budge on the fish issue. He used to swear that he didn't like fish. While it's still not his favorite, he is coming around with the fish dishes I've made for him (which tastes good). He's even tried one of my salmon dishes and really liked it.
Ah well. Here's hoping this one goes over very well. I'd hate to break the streak I'm on.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 3:49 PM
Teehee. And for more movies enacted by bunnies...
Posted by BeeOhVee at 12:00 PM
Last night Aaron and I had a wonderful night in alone. It was awesome. We had dinner, talked, cleaned up afterwards, and sat around watching TV. It was absolutely lovely. As he put it, “Yeah, you can definitely tell we’re married. We have the place to ourselves and we’re sitting here, having a lazy night watching TV.” Luckily, neither of us actually saw anything wrong with what we were doing. We were just happy to be relaxing with each other. Sometimes, it feels like we can be a lot more intimate when we’re doing nothing at all but lying around enjoying the silence (yay Depeche Mode reference).
I‘ve always found it comforting that Aaron and I can actually have a good time, sitting around, being geeky reading, or just talking about things like the day’s news or mythology. Yes, we’ve had heated debates over mythology on several occasions. I actually had to purchase several books on the matter and a mythology encyclopedia to settle disputes. That, and it’s good to have around in case of scrabble games gone wrong. It makes a great weapon.
Okay… so the night wasn’t exactly quiet for the full duration. Happy times were eventually had by all. We’re not dead, you know!
Posted by BeeOhVee at 10:35 AM
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Today we had a company-wide meeting at the new building. Even though I am not going to be here for the move—or for that much longer while we’re on the topic—I still had to be there. While I learned that the magazine is going to be niftier looking and that the magazine is going to be shifting it’s focus on content (all of which I already knew), we got to learn that what makes us all unique is that we’re “the quirkiest bunch of people in the zip code.” This is all perfectly fine and dandy with me. I just wish it hadn’t taken four hours to convey this message. I also wish I hadn’t been in the metal folding chair for the duration of that meeting. By the end of it, I felt like my back was screaming.
Luckily our boss treated us to a very nice lunch at the SoHo House. It was quite the trendy private type of place that is frequented by the local celebs like the Broderick’s. Not that there was anyone famous in the joint when we were in there, mind you. Still it was nice not having to come back to the office to attempt to work after a morning of hearing speech after speech.
I also found out that for an American, I have a good knowledge base of British comedies. Sweet!
Posted by BeeOhVee at 3:34 PM
Monday, February 9, 2009
So have you ever woken up completely convinced it was a different day altogether?
Yeah, normally people come to their senses after about a minute or two. Not me. This morning it took me a whole friggin’ hour! Weeee….
I swear it was Sunday this morning when I woke up. I’m still not sure why, but there you have it. All I remember was glaring at the damn clock and wondering why I hadn’t turned it off. Thank goodness I didn’t actually manage to fall back asleep. It was even more fortunate that I turned on the news. The along with the fact that it is going to be in the 40's today, the weather man also broke the news to me that it was indeed Monday. (I can hear you all now...'Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays.")
In a millisecond I was flying/doing the zmoblie rushed stumble around the apartment getting ready, gathering my things and feeding the cat. I damn near took my finger off trying to open a can of cat food and I almost dropped half my makeup in the toilet (only lost one makeup brush—Balls!).
Luckily, the commute ended up fairly uneventful, except for having to lose a perfectly good seat at 125 th. I got out to transfer to the express train, only to find out that the express trains weren’t running at that time. I got on the next local train and beat out an uppity looking woman, who was huffing at everyone, wearing too much makeup and a furry ear wrap. I don't know why, but I immediately didn't like her. As soon as I saw her, the word "snob" ran through my head. This, coming from someone carrying around the complete works of Jane Austen on the train! Ha. But I digress. I eked out the seat and felt quite smug about it. I felt even better when she had to stand in front of me and just happened to notice that her diamond ring was smaller than mine. HA! Take that.
I know, I know. It’s completely Mr. Bean-ish, but come on, you can’t tell me that you have never created some kind of competition in your own head with a complete stranger, for no good reason.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 10:40 AM
Friday, February 6, 2009
Today is one of those days that I have so much pent up hostility, I feel like I may start speaking in tongues at any second.
Every single time I go to sit down to do some work or work on a new cover letter something new comes across my desk. WHY? Why you bastards? All I want is to be left alone for the next few weeks. Is that so much to ask?
I don't suppose this as anything to do with the fact that I haven't had more than two cigarettes in the past three days, could it? Naaaaah...
Posted by BeeOhVee at 12:15 PM
I finally realized why I never saw updates from Cathy. I wasn't "following" her blog. DUH!
Posted by BeeOhVee at 10:35 AM
Good golly! For the first time in many years, my bank account was overdrawn. I was $12 over. Woops. It was all because I forgot to jot down a check I sent out a wee bit ago but didn't get cashed till a few days ago.
I've gotten into the habit of jotting down where all my money goes. At the end of the day I tally up all the receipts or the bank slips. I don't really go as far as keeping tabs on every item I buy any more, just because I've pretty much got my daily spending down to under $10 a day. On a good day, it's less that $5 a day.
What happened with the renegade check? Not sure, but it reminded me of why I forced myself to limit my spending. I remember a time when this was a common occurrence. But then again, I was getting paid next to nothing, but still. I have no idea how the hell I thought it wasn't a big deal. Hell, at this point if my bank account is under the $300 mark, I seriously freak the hell out. I suppose this is why I've been so edgy that my face had broken out. Since the wedding I have been hacking away at my credit card bill and to rebuild my checking account. The wedding pretty much wiped me out. The last paycheck was supposed to be the first in the real recovery effort. Ah well. It's all good. A lot less of the money from this paycheck is earmarked for a bill of some sort.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 9:21 AM
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I found an awesome job posting today. It was from Time Warner. They are looking for a publicist for the Sports Illustrated brand. How perfect would that be? It's right across the street from here and it's essentially the same job!
Yes, I saw it about 30 minutes after they posted it and sent them my resume and cover letter in under two hours from their post time. I hope I at least get an interview out of it. Ah well, keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer for me.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 2:41 PM
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Ah yes, my search for a new job continues. So far I haven't gotten burned out. I'm actually surprised at the number of postings I'm seeing. I just hope that something pans out. Preferably soon, yes, but more than anything, I just hope something good comes up. I'd like to acutally get back to saving up for a house.
Aaron and I have been really looking at home prices in certain areas and so far we're liking what we're seieng, we just hope that I get a new job soon so we can take advantage of the falling home prices. It'd be nice.
The other thing about the whole job hunt thing is that I'd like to have some time under my belt at a place before I have to tell them that I have to take maternity leave. We'd like to have a baby next year. Trippy huh? A mini me or Aaron next year. Teehee. But first... yeah...
Posted by BeeOhVee at 9:01 PM
Okay, now it's official. I really can’t stand this cat any more. I have tried being patient and I have even tried being nice. But the cat insists on doing things that piss me the hell off.
There are two main reasons: my allergies and her bad behavior.
On a day that I clean the whole apartment (I’m talking all out vacuuming of the couches, dusting the furniture –all done while heavily medicated and often with a breather— and washing the slip covers), I can stand to be in the living room. On a non-cleaning day (every other day, more or less), my tolerance ranges from an hour to three at the most. Then my eyes water, I start sneezing and my nose all but closes up. Occasionally, my skin will also begin to get itchy.
Being deathly allergic and the cleaning I can put up with. I can even put up with her terrible habit of jumpin on the kitchen counters and table (she gets punished every time. But the array of punishments I’ve tried are don’t seem to phase her… at all). What really gets to me is the fact that she insists on peeing on everything she can find in the bedrooms. We had to stop letting the cat into the bedrooms a while ago (as in several years ago) because she got into the habit of peeing and or pooping on everything in the bedrooms. No rhyme or reason; she'd just find a target and pee (a few shoes and one of Evan’s blankets got both).
Now every single chance she gets, the first thing she will do is pee on something. About a month ago, she snuck into Evan’s room and peed on his jacket, right in front of him. A few days ago, Aaron didn’t notice he left the door to our room open. He caught her in there and quickly shooed her out. But not before she got to pee all over the new comforter my Mom got us. The comforter is now at the cleaners. It’ll cost $50 to get it washed. Cute.
All I have to say is that the cat is mighty lucky I didn’t catch her in the room. But yes, today during lunch I will be calling a few no-kill shelters to see if they can take her and set up a time to drop her off.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 10:02 AM
Monday, February 2, 2009
I have been without my Twilight book since the day before the wedding and I missed it so much. So what's a crazy person to do? I went out and bought a new one. I was at Barnes and Nobel and had gift card with some money left on it. It's all good, yall can have me committed, or send me to Forks to hang with the Cullens.
Posted by BeeOhVee at 9:35 AM
Don't ask me why, but this is what has been running through my head since I woke up this morning. Not a bad way to start the week, eh?
As a side note, when Aaron and I walked out of Spamalot a few months back, I told him if he were to outlive me, I want him to make sure they play this song at my funeral. Perferably as my casket is being wheeled or carried out of the funeral home. I want to make sure my exit is memorable and mabey even leave one or two people laughing or just shaking their heads saying 'she really did it,' or 'figures.'
Posted by BeeOhVee at 9:32 AM