Fedex deadline remind me of paper deadlines in college. You have to have the paper in the professor’s box by 4:30 or it will not be accepted.
I’m thinking how can these people get away with only working until 4:30?
I find it interesting that the day I link to The Travelling Morans their bandwidth limit is exceeded. Yeah, I know, it has nothing to do with me, but it’s nice to think I may be important enough to shut down a website through hoards of faithful blog-readers.
Hoards is a weird word.
So, I admit it. I watched Laguna Beach and I was totally following the Steven-Lauren-Kristen triangle. Well, now that particular saga has merged into The Hills. One question: why the crap do those girls go out with that Jason? He is such a d#$@#!-bag. (I’m Mormon, that’s as rough as it gets.) I have to admit that I kind of relate to Lauren with her getting an awesome internship. (And me getting and awesome internship…get it? See the connection there? Once in a lifetime opportunities? We are both getting there? Both in media? See a similarity there?) Especially when they send her to New York to deliver a dress and it looks as though I am going to be sent to New York to deliver film. Cool. New York.
Now a topic of conversation that makes me sound less like a 13 year-old girl.
My boss’ cleaning lady is Brazilian and I have to admit, I’ve kind of enjoyed scheduling cleaning dates because I get to talk in Portuguese (or have to…she don’t speak no English).
What a lame post. Brazilian cleaning ladies? I mean, come on.