Wednesday, February 23, 2011

There are copious amounts of useless thoughts clogging my brainflow.

  • The other day, I was driving home from work and witnessed a "smart" car literally surrounded by semi-trucks. One to the front, one in the back, one to the left, and one on the right. More like, "dumb" car if you ask me.
  • For someone who enjoys technology as much as I do, I sure have a knack for breaking/destroying/ruining anything and everything that requires a battery or an electrical outlet to function properly.
  • I'm not embarrassed to say that I am a Justin Bieber fan... or was... until I saw him on Ellen yesterday with his pants sagging down to his knees. Dear Justin, this is a fad, that I'm afraid to say, is strongly frowned upon in the 2011 world of fashion. Even for thugs, gangsters, and posers alike. I mean, come on Biebs... you really can't go wrong embracing your All-American suburbian roots, so quit taking fashion tips from Snoop Dogg. He's old. And gross.
  • I wore sandals and a sundress out on Friday night. (Which also breaks a few fashion rules... but, we'll blame my lapse in judgement on Cabin Fever.) Anyways, it's now Wednesday and I'm losing most of the feeling in the tips of my fingers as I type. And it's not because I slam the keyboard. Although, if you catch me on a bad day, I tend to write hate-blogs and then firmly hold down the delete button until I get all of my frustrations out of my system. BACK TO MY POINT!... Mother Nature, you are a bully, who enjoys teasing me then forcefully stealing the milk money of my life.
  • I've decided to add singing "Bennie and The Jets" for my American Idol audition to my Bucket List. The song just reeks of classiness. And of me... a born champion. And the next American Idol.
  • Ba-ba-ba-bennieandthejetssssssssss. Bennay! Bennay and the Je-hets!
  • I don't follow much of what's going on in the Middle East, although I'm well aware that I should at least try to keep up. But, how in the heck do gas prices go up 30 whole cents in less than 8 hours?! And of course this happens when I decide to hold off until the next morning to fill up my tank. Anyone know of a reliable horse drawn buggy dealer?
  • Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
  • Wait, no. That's Big Willy Style talking. I'm Nicole. My apologies, I get those two mixed up every now and then.
  • What happened to the body I used to have in high school? Oh, that's right... Taco Bell's Beefy Five Layer Burrito's happened. Cool.
  • Bikini's give me a gag reflex.
  • I should probably go work out.
  • And I will do that... right after I raid my fridge in a quest-like venture for cookie dough.


  1. If you find some cookie dough, you should share. With me.

  2. Diane, see previous blogpost. lol...


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