So the VMA Janet tribute was great. I was wanting a little bit more though. I guess beggars can’t be choosers. I loved every minute of it though.
Was it just me or was Madonna really loving herself? I was wondering if it was Madonna monologues, then MJ tribute later.
Russell Brand. No sir. I immediately turned to catch the Bears v. Packers.
I have been shopping online for some jeans. What is up with all these hobbit pants? What the hell am I gonna do with 31 inches of inseam?! No ma’am – I need at least 33″ and preferably 34″! Get to it.
Please and thank ya.
Today’s binge baking includes:
Brownie
Cookies n Cream Rice Krispie Treats
Dijon and Gruyere Puffs
The people in my lab will be very happy.
In undergrad when I came back home over break, I hung out with people that I knew in high school. Sometimes it was people that didn’t go anywhere and stayed in their parents’ basement. Either way, it was always this awkward breaking the silence ting initially (not with my close friends). Like I knew you then, but it’s been so long – do I know you now?
That’s how I feel about commenting.
I have some blogs that I check faithfully. No matter how many experiments I have lined up for that day, I am reading and sharing those posts in my Google Reader! Some of them I never started commenting on – I guess that makes me a lurker. Some of them I did occasionally leave comments, but now there’s this awkward moment. To comment or not to? I’m just all the way out of it lol. With time, young grasshopper…
Now that I’m in the writing stages – well more writing than experiments – I have the feeling that I will be updating much more often. Sometimes I forget my audience. On one of the blogs I faithfully read, DrJ mentions the iStalking/eStalking.
Don’t do it.
So what – I updated my twitter before I called you back, responded to your email, or hit you back on BBM. Big deal. Okay my twitpic location says I’m out of town and I ain’t tell you. <– For that, kill yourself. I don’t answer to nobody but HIM!
I gotta get in the bed. There’s no way I’ll be in the lab at 7am if I don’t! More posts to come. I’m trying to be more consistent….
I worked yesterday. THAT is the true meaning of Labor Day.
This week someone was rattling off their favorite rap artists.
“Nas, AZ, The Firm….”
The lab has had some little insect visitors in the night. When I come in, the last thing I want to see is wartime roaches and beetles. I called the exterminator. Because of what we do in the lab, they can’t spray. The guy puts down sticky traps. This chick has named the roach. Wtf? Throw it away. And if you can’t do it – call someone who can.
Prometheus is his name.
“The Gauntlet”
This is like preparing to go to outer space. No, really. I’m dehydrating food. Why am I deathly afraid of taking my prelim?
When I was younger my Mom bought me this suit from The Limited. Normally I love that store, but I hated this suit. Anyway, it sucked and I told her I looked like a theater usher. She told me I better wear it and for a long time too. Well guess what? It’s back. Can we say boyfriend blazer…
Mayer Hawthorne is the bizness. There’s something quirky about him that I just love. Got that new Ledisi – haven’t really listened to it yet. I’m OD’d on Whitney Houston and Trey Songz. Ay girl, ay girl, ay girl…
I almost caught myself doing something that may come back to haunt me yesterday. I’m glad I stopped before it was too late.
“I’m sorry, it just ain’t gonna work out….
Don’t want you to be sad,
Don’t want you to be afraid,
I know you will understand my ways – someday” – Mayer Hawthorne
