technically it’s 9:07. whatever. details. i missed this week’s sassy starter, i know – i’m sorry, i blame the super bowl. (sheisty excuse, no?) sheisty. is that even a word? did my sister make that up? i think she did. oh hey – i still have her up on gchat, i’ll ask her that. we just finished discussing her internet “searching” skills. she’s a bit more proactive than i am. she’s like the CIA of the internet. i can give her a name and she can find out everything. comes in handy. (she’s not going to like that i just told you all that) she always uses her powers for good. ok just kidding, i apparently didn’t pick up the word sheisty from her – so who knows where that came from. probably the same place janky did. who does that? who makes up words? wait a second, i make up words all the time. just kidding. what whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat citizen cope on the marc broussard pandora. yes sir. thank you. sun’s gonna rise in a miiiiile. good stuff. rollin’ down the highway ba di baa somethin somethin. you know why i’m writing this, don’t you? it’s because i don’t have anything to really write about, but i want to type. ok that’s a lie – i have a lot i could write about, but i’m not going too. just yet. secrets, secrets, everywhere and i’m the keeper of them all. i smirk when i type that because it’s true. at least this time i haven’t wished a wrinkle upon anyone. yet. now that i work for a dermatologist i see that really is a rude thing to do. wishin wrinkles on people. i really am going to look like a pug if i’m not careful. sweet pickles. now that’s a phrase i know exactly where it came from. sara. right there. i appreciate her letting me use it. excuse – goo goo doll’s black balloon? next. matchbox twenty – golden. what’s that song of their’s i like so much? hmmm. hold on, i’ll bing it. (i heart bing.) MAD SEASON! yes sir. awesome sauce right there. man i miss some matchbox 20. i’ma need another album from them. yes, i still buy cd’s. whatever. and it looks like i’m switching tomorrow’s music snack. i really need to wake up and work out in the morning. i slept in this morning. shhh. ok not like anyone’s tracking me like back in college with our crazy 6 a.m. trainers. psychos. i don’t mean that. but honestly, you’d be a little annoyed with people making you feel the burn before dawn, two times a week, too, no? granted we did have to dance in front of crowds up to 65,000 deep. i appreciate the push. i guess. ok, no i’m not changing tomorrow’s music snack. i’ll use MAD SEASON another time. indeed. tomorrow’s song is sassy to the max. i love it. it’s my favorite dancing sequence in this particular musical. Welp – there goes Hootie’s tour bus down the street again. did i mention hootie lives down the street from the new condo? true story. what up, neighbs?! you stay classy, 1207. ok i’m gonna have to wrap this one up because i’m out on the porch and my hands are getting a little cold and i’m getting a tad bit tired and well, let’s just be honest, my wine glass is empty. off to bed soon. i wonder if i can place a request with mr. sandman? hmmm. apparently he’ll bring me a dream of the cutest boy that i’ve ever seen so i guess i’m covered either way. here’s hoping he holds up his end of the situation. good night.
ps – i promise i don’t have ADD.
pss – welcome to the circus, kids.
