b12: beedy-b's

Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.
Is it possible to be bored to tears, and busy as hell? M-hm: two weeks worth of busy boredom...

1. G&S:: one of my coworkers celebrated her 40th, and invited us all to join her black-out (all black attire) event. Her G&S self was decked out in all white (of course) and looked (and partied) like she was all of 25. When I grow up, I want to party just like her...


2. Dating:: with Twinz out, front & center, and trying to get their party on, I attracted the attention of a certain, attractive Mr. Only to find out later he's already involved with a certain, attractive Mrs. Not that that's stopping him from purusing me like a single 25 yr old in heat. More on this later.


3. Epiphany, thy name is celibacy:: the more I watch (and abstain) and keep watching (and abstaining) and keep watching (and abstaining) the more I realize that most of us (women, men, singles) don't know what da hell we want, hence we're relentless in our pursuit of the unattainable, and foolish about the jewels already in our grasp. Oh, and I'm not referring to me - I've got way too many good, eligible, single, frustrated male friends to be that narcissistic. E agrees. News at 11 (or tomorrow).


4. gradSchool:: I've been blessed to be graced with my own weekly version of The Apprentice - a class based solely on in-class discussions of case analysis. Nothing like getting a room full of type A personalities together to inspire sheer... snarling and nashing of teeth. It's like watching lions about to feed - you feel sorry for the poor gazelle they've got in their sites, but then again you're hungry too, and you're not trying to be the next victim .....oh wait, I would never intentionally embarass a classmate for vocalizing their dumba$$ thoughts. Would I?


5. theStress:: burning the candle at both ends, in the middle, and putting it occasionally in the microwave has it's toll. I'm getting stress-induced migraines, primarily on the weekend when I attempt to study, and the only relief I've found (so far) is to vegetate...


6. Distraction #1:: Am I the only person that wanted New York to stomp a mudhole in Pumkin on the Flava of Love, Reunion?


7. Distraction #2:: I joined myspace. Oh shaddup already - I know I've been neglecting this site, and I needed some inspiration (and a few muses). And besides - where else in life can I count Joi as a friend? (Oh yeah, Tenessee Slim is The Bomb - and That's the Truth).


8. Distraction #1, revisited:: On second thought, New York's, well New-Yorkiness is definitely in question, 'cause truth be told, the average hooligan would've stomped the mudhole in Pumkin during the first incident, and consequences be damned. Oh yeah, and also never would've given up the goodies before the ink on the contract was dry. Oh enuff of this shyt - ain't watching any more re-fantas-ality shows.


9. theStress, revisited:: spending Friday nights juggling Hammy's boredom with a pressing need to analyze a case led to a 32 hour migraine (6am on Saturday to 2PM on Sunday. Since I can never just lay in the bed and suffer (too much on my plate, I fed distraction #3...


10. Decorating part 7,342:: assessed my housewarming gifts, which included some lovely items that were just the wrong color. Spent the rest of the afternoon exchanging and cashing in gift certs. Phase 1 of the family room is done...I'll post pics lata...


11. Landscaping, part 1:: I have one word for you: WEEDS! The work never ends....


12. the perils of homeownership:: my neck, my back - just like that. Now along with the migraine, parts of my body ache that I didn't know existed. Guess I'll be looking for a landscaper.