Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Cock A Poo

The post in which I lose 10% of my readers with each bullet point:



Chicago







  • Edamine is yummy. My dad is a farmer and grows soybeans. Is it the same?





  • 4 women are chatting on the train. They are dressed in classy chic clothes; big sunglasses purched on their heads, complete with matching shoes, belt and purses. I would have loved to own any one of those outfits although admittedly I would not have looked anywhere near as fabulous. One is loudly discussing how glad she is to be single again. She likes the freedom to go out with whomever she likes, bring home whomever she likes, bump uglies with whomever she likes, then send them all the hell home. All the women were nodding in agreement. All the women were at least 70 years old. I just saw the future of Sex and the City





  • Organic Dry Cleaners- Seriously?

Other Stuff

  • I'm dog sitting again. One of them is a Cockapoo. Let's break this down for a minute.


Cock A Poo

Cock: useful but not attractive.

Poo: functional but smelly.

Yep, that about sums him up. Ugly and smelly.

  • I have a job!

*insert crazy excited happy dance*

It's with the University, in a program that has my little nerdy heart exploding with joy. I start the 14th. I will be using public transportation since you have to be a quadrazillionare to afford parking on campus. Which means that I will be in need of some very practical and yet very cute winter outerwear. Please send me links to coats and snowboots. Remember the cute part.