Ms. Blooms Day: A Twitter Stream of Consciousness
I hate it when I hit my fancy alarms schmooze button instead of snooze and Im stuck making polite chitchat first thing in the morning. Someone bought up all the hair weaves and flip flops from the Piggly Wiggly and now I have no clue what to wear on casual Friday. Suri Cruise would make fun of my shoes.
I found a feather in my thong this morning. I dont know what happened last night, but Im now craving souffle.
Woke up dizzy the past two mornings. On the bright side, I did not wake up as Ke$ha.
So are you supposed to smoke wheatgrass or snort it? (Someone said juice it, and I was all, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.) My yogurt totally gave me a pearl necklace when I opened it. Would have been a good money shot if I hadnt made that anti-O-face.
My dogs sphincter is dilated to 8, maybe NINE, you guys, so the big moment should be any minute! Will update with time, weight, and length. 4 years of near-nakedly taking the dogs out back in the morning, and finally today, Anonymous yells, Hey you! In your panties! Aaaand, I guess that raccoon that died overnight on my $250 organic soil mound just became my new spirit animal.
I feel like such a loser. Im the same age as Selena Gomezs mom, so I should have acquired a Justin-Bieber-in-law by now. :( When I see a baby and briefly think I want another one, Im thankful that my bruised vagina can talk my tingly ovaries down from that shit. If I could eradicate a word, it would be mommyblogger. If I could eradicate a human, mommyblogger also stands a very good chance. I sure wish more new parents would name their newborn girls Something Grace Something.
I am one twenty-fourth octaroon. I became a mother because I make a fucking good sandwich and I wanted more people to make sandwiches for. Jessica Simpson says she cried big crocodile tears when she felt her baby move. God, I hope she's not planning on homeschooling. Proof, meet puddin'.
Imagine the deafening mid-game silence when a particularly spunky kid said, Mother, may I...STEP ON THE CRACK?
Drove through projects, almost rolled down window for fresh air, remembered I could get my ass kicked for playing The Outfield full volume. Billboard says: Jesus is on the throne.
Where do the Planned Parenthood protesters pee? I never see people in wheelchairs protesting anything. Ergo, it must be assumed they are pro-Gadhafi and anti-union.
I am exactly one full version of Manfred Manns Blinded By the Light away from the farmers market. Met ex-lover/friend and his new girlfriend for coffee. She called me stunning so I pretty much want to do her. This ones a keeper, sir. Every gal wants to be called Amazonian.
Oh hell. The monster trucks have come to town the same week as Fan Fair. This is the week Im not a Nashvillian, if anyone asks. Just saw a cop slowly riding a Segway crazy-close behind an oblivious pedestrian and now I have another thing to have nightmares about.
Saw my songwriter ex driving down the street with his BlueTooth on, speaking emphatically, because MUSIC HAS TO BE WRITTEN RIGHT NOW, FOLKS! Just saw a string of flannel shirts and jeans along the highway. No sighting, though, of anyone's naked lumberjack ex-boyfriend.
When Im still deciding how my day will go, nothing moves the needle toward Existential Doom like Gilbert OSullivan coming on my iPod.
When I hold open the door to the stairs for an uncomfortably overweight coworker, I somehow always know my gesture will be in vain. Keeping a popped-out contact wet until you find saline is like rushing a heart to a transplant patient. I basically just saved a life today.
I had to tap out kids incorporated king of wishful thinking into Roku YouTube so my husband & I could gawk, if you wonder why I was late.
Just got an email with a smartypants Geothe quote sig, which means Im pretty much obligated to snarkily email back that its Goethe. CareerBuilder says my own company is interested in me. Dont underestimate my ability use this as leverage come performance review time.
When responding to most females emails, I feel like a dick when I dont match them exclamation point for exclamation point. How much disability do you get for that disorder where you can't take grown women named Katie seriously? Its affecting my ability to work. *Ill* decide if your reminder is friendly or not.
Um, earth to coworkers: there is *no* company policy against conducting my own breast exam at my desk. Duh. I really have to get better at not rolling my eyes when someone starts a statement with, As a Christian, I....
Its already 9:30 and not one Kardashian has mentioned what shes doing for Bloomsday. I was asked today if Ulysses was kinda like Harry Potter. (No, I said, no, no, no.) Overheard someone refer to James Patterson books as that intellectual shit.
Also heard, as person digs through snack bowl: I have a sore where it was oozy but now its an itchy scab that I cant stop scratching at.
Nice try, GRAD SCHOOL, but we English majors could have used more courses in coffee-making, photocopying, lunch ordering, and tongue-biting. There arent nearly enough hot people at work to justify Friday Jeans Day.
Hey, office bathroom shitters who stop shitting when anyone walks in: we all know whats going on in there, so pinch it off already. The best thing to do when faced with a bathroom stall cell phone talker is to fart a lot and flush repeatedly. Hey, sure: Its a fine time to discuss edits to your PowerPoint, as long as you know pissing, flushing, and washing are my first priorities.
Generation gap today: Me: Fergies divorced, so she didnt get an invite to the royal wedding. Youngster: OMG, she divorced Josh Duhamel?
Im totally the wrong person to talk to interns about the no-flirting policy. Ill giggle when I tell them to think long and hard. E for effort, intern, but when your boss is taking close-up iPhone pics of her eyeball, wait until she's done to ask your question. The best way to suck up to your boss is to take her company ID photo and make it your desktop wallpaper. When a coworker says, Printers out of paper, just so you know, it really means,
just so youll DO.
I just spent an hour googling Eric Roberts, if anyone is wondering how good I am at procrastinating today. Bubble wrap is the poor mans BubbleWrap iPhone app. Repeatedly called Futons, Futons, Futons and hung up. Hello, FutonsFutonsFutons. Hello, FutonsFutonsFutons....
Dim Sum with a group of 30 equals Dim None. You guys, FYI: Potluck is one of those words that sounds like something other than what it really is. Lesson learned.
I cant hear the word super-user in a meeting without imagining a dude working his way through like a pound of weed.
In 2006, a Very Important Person at work tried to have a serious conversation with me while The Thong Song played on my radio. Last Sunday, I helped repair Harmony Korines fence after ping pong. A casualty of a previous match gone awry. A friend saw Rick Schroder downtown last night so I guess thats closest Ill ever get to riding that train in the Silver Spoons house.
There has been an outbreak of Questionnaires Disease in the office this summer. Editing question: Were now putting quotes around actor when referencing Kirk Cameron, right? So, you guys: is there an update on whether anyone has conjured enough balls to tell Bono that catorce doesnt come after tres? WTF are the Olsen twins doing on my Newsweek?
Today, a Greek coworker misspelled Parthenon. So good luck with that flotilla, you guys. Im sure thingsll go really great.
I am growing tired of when people are named Gary. I do not condone or encourage workplace looming. Seriously, Ill figure it out faster without an extra set of judgy eyes.
I ordered a US map for the person in my Nashville office who just said, I wish someone would have TOLD us we could drive to Terre Haute. The CEO who lauds our tech savvy doesnt know about Lady Who Asks Me To Alter PDFs or Dude Who Answers Emails By Writing On Printed Copies.
Bad news: turns out the hallway smells like kitten farts is not a valid reason for me to move from a cube to an office. :(
The maintenance dude corrected my use of a word, so the student loan debt for my masters degree in English was totally worth it, you guys. America in a nutshell: I am wondering if I can pay for brakes this week, and coworker is stressing over how to invest her 5-fig bonus. I was just introduced to a CEO named Tammi, so Im slipping on my Armageddon shoes.
Answering todays emails with only James Brown album titles has a downside too. Sho Is Funky Down Here doesnt BEGIN to describe my day. Quote from a real-life corporate email from work: Please excuse my bad.
Whats awkward is when the cleaning lady doesnt know youre working late and says They nasty! just outside your cube. Yes, we nasty.
If there are 30 peeps in an EastNashville street, theres either been a murder or theres a music video shoot. Guess which slowed my commute? Saw chick who took my ex out for drinks the day we signed divorce papers. Was riding a bike. I did not run over her. I am SO going to heaven.
RIP Phoebe Snow, who taught me that homes that place somewhere you go each day to see your wife. Just heard neighbor woman in cutoffs and a bikini top yell for her husband and call him Paw.
Feeling a little odd watching my helpful toddler attempt to fold my thong with the rest of the laundry. I just told my son, who was being careless with his snack, Hold on to your nuts!
Few things can lift my spirits like that your son Rip is on line toot commercial. Of course Dr. Oz chooses the black woman to reveal that collard greens reduce hypertension. You know a storm is bad when Oprah gets interrupted, and then the emergency broadcast system interrupts the Oprah interruption. Probably we can all assume that Normal Everyday Makeupless Oprah pronounces it Twirter.
I made beer and Cool Ranch Doritos for dinner! My husbands hiccups sound just like the drunk alcoholic hiccups on Porky Pig cartoons where they play How Dry I Am in the background.
Always surprised at the ease with which folks say, Just get a babysitter.
Im always dressed to the fives. I have SUH-WEET washboard abs underneath my protective fatty sheath. Tonya Harding legs is a compliment, right guys?
Seen on an ad in the pisser at Douglas Corner: a woman named Lemmonstine Poindexter holds a support group for local barren women. If local res Jack White has been there, Nashville considers it coooool.
I feel good about humanity when one Vanderbilt chick frets about pulling an all-nighter, and another selflessly offers up her last Adderall. Wondering why teenage girls who sing karaoke always pronounce words like the lolcats. Baybeh
1. Before choosing Brother Louie at karaoke, remember theres that white-man talking part: I dont want no spooks in my family. NO SPOOKS!
2. Can someone please just do a bluegrass version of One Night In Bangkok?
3. Really, if were talking mouth-sound solos, Rupert Holmess stellar feat in Him blows all other mouth-sound soloists out of the water.
4. What Eddie Rabbitt lacks in vocal power, he makes up for in beard.
5. Mumford & Sons songs usually start out pretty cool, but then they have to go and ear-rape you with that surprise last verse about Jesus.
6. Somewhere in my ex-house, my ex-husband will eventually uncover the videotape of me dirty dancing to Michael Penns No Myth.
7. Nope. Sorry. Still cannot hear Dan Fogelbergs Leader of the Band without giggling when he sings, his blood runs through my instrument.
8. James Brown is perhaps the only person able to make white people shout, IM BLACK AND PROUD! and, most importantly, make them believe it.
9. One day I will have to tell my son about the confusing time in music history when there was The Verve and then also The Verve Pipe.
10. I cant be the *only* one who spent decades thinking it was Carole King dueting with Paul Anka about having his baby.
11. It is quite convenient for The BeeGees to blame it all on the nights on Broadway. I think its high time they took some responsibility.
12. No joke: at a Johnny Cash concert years ago, all the white folks were clapping on the 1 and the 3 during Get Rhythm. GET RHYTHM!
13. What Toy Story movie was You Can Leave Your Hat On from?
14. No one has as much fun at a Todd Rundgren concert as Todd Rundgren.
Partying with drunk Laotians at Suzy Wongs House of Fun. So much free Hennessy, so Caucasian a constitution. :( Sofia Coppola is brilliant. Champagne in a can? With a telescoping STRAW? Way more palatable than Godfather III, hands down. Your ODouls is telling me that your AA sponsor doesnt know youre in this bar tonight. A friend learned last night outside the Lady Gaga concert that God hates gays. Also, God hates her too. You learn something new every day. Yes, I said hot tottie. And make it snappy because Im late meeting Mildred at Woolworths for a phosphate and Im out of payphone dimes.
Times up, driver in front of me: try, try again does not apply to your nineteenth attempt to parallel park your minivan.
Says my husband: You argue like a man! Compliment accepted. Now get your ass back in the kitchen and fetch me a beer.
Husband won the TN Arts Commission individual grant for literature so I guess that means I have to do him if I want an iPad out of the deal. Guys, remember: There are sexier ways to ask for anal than a Post-It on the fridge that says Shitty Shitty Bang Bang! with a winky face. Words With Friends does not count taint as a word. Words With Friends has never watched The DaVinci Load.
The porn version of With Six You Get Eggroll is With Six You Get Eggroll. I appreciate when a spambot thoughtfully remembers my weakness for uncircumcised Italian Jew porn. I imagined my first sexy time set to Manilows Could It Be Magic. Did not take in account how few Dodge Omnis have built-in record players. Glenn Freys Love in the 21st Century says wed get it by mail and get it by phone so Skype and eHarmony are for losers, you guys.
GMA sleeping tip: keep bedroom lights at 200 watts or below. Is this *really* a problem for some people?
Restorative yoga, with all its eye pillows and Mexican blankets, feels very much like nursing a hangover. Meditation can be made sexier by putting on Leonard Cohens Ten New Songs. To unsexy your meditation, try George Jones. Saw a vision of the future: Eep Opp Ork Ah-Ah is how well say I love you and theres a dude named Spacely I DO NOT want to work for. There sure are a lot of cats that look like Jennifer Love Hewitt.
Sitting in my parked car yesterday, savoring Mollys soliloquy. A car bangs mine from behind just as Molly says Yes.
I experienced a new low today. I heard of a young boy named Zayden. My heart *selectively* bleeds. Now that I no longer have a skate key that gets lost, I have no idea what happiness is.