It turns out, I have NO common sense. At least not as far as my automobile is concerned. I'm surprised they don't find a way to kill themselves out of pure hatred for me and the life that I give them. I drive too fast, brake too much, and forget too often to do the little things to take care of them. This must in some way indicate why I don't have a boyfriend, but that's another blog for another day. In the last month, I have run out of gas TWICE and let my engine almost overheat to the point of blowing up. Alas, things have been taken care of and my car and I are again on good terms. For the time being.
I started reading another book ( insert insane eye-rolling from everyone I know). Still haven't finished anything from the summer and have added 5 casebooks to the load. And another book.
When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. I read the first 30 pages before Crim Pro on Tuesday. Go. Get. It. NOW.
Since Season Five of Grey's Anatomy came out on Tuesday, Brandi, Paige, and I have been watching in eager, almost tortured, anticipation of Season Six (which starts next Thursday). Not that I didn't already know this to be true about ALL television shows, but I have developed an almost irreversibly dillusional concept of the way life and love should play out because of this show in particular. It's bad for me.
Well, I guess that's all I have for now!
2 comments:
OMFG perfect description of Grey's Anatomy. I need to stop thinking that some man is going to take me into a secret air duct room in the top floor of a hospital to do anything other than rip my clothes off, let alone tell me he loves me and stroke my hair. Men do not do these things. This is not reality. Screw you, Meredith Grey and your jar of glowing kidney.
yes. my love life sucks b/c of derek shepherd.
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