2010, bitches.

Well hello. There's so much to catch up on, I feel like writing nothing. Does that make sense?! Here's my chance to finally use this analogy, it's like going into Urban Outfitters* and seeing alll the fly stuff you want everywhere. You want to touch it all, discuss it all, BUY it all! But you can't. Impossible. So you buy nothing. I mean, who the hell wants only one thing in a cornucopia of awesomeness? Nobody, that's who. However to move things along here, I will just provide a few random topics that have been on my mind, in no particular order:

1. School Daze was watched approximately 5 times over the past week. This movie is incredible, bunk the critics. It's beautiful, raw, real and has songs that will echo in your skull through the most boring work meeting. "This was your LAST test and you FAILED!!" Damn Julian! You so meaaaann.

2. Having a pajama jam=the best idea ever. I wore my new cheetah print Snuggie and with little to no shame, I'll say it was a HIT! Literally wore it like an evening gown, with a belt to cinch my waist, and came out like Ali. Straight GOAT. I know. I know.

3. Little known fact about me: since about 1990 I have periodically experienced a weird ache in my belly button. I remember quite clearly the first time it happened, I told 1st grade teacher Mrs. Gerry my belly-button was hurting and she took me out into the hallway to talk about it, "OK, I'll bite. What the hell, it's been a long day" is what she was probably thinking. So I explained that it was hurting, but she just didn't believe it. She tried to convince me it was my "tummy" that was hurting, with me all of 6 looking at her cock-eyed not yet knowing how express the phrase "Naw lady, it's my belly-button for sure! Don't be condescending and get me to the doctor, ho!". I've often joked that Dr. Wynn (the family friend Doc who delivered me and later came out of the closet to the shock of all) messed up the belly button knot at my birth, causing this lifelong, unnecessary pain. And now I know I was RIGHT! That weirdo straight messed it up! It's a called a Paraumbilical Hernias. Mystery solved.

4. State your purpose. If you come at me for any reason...seriously state your purpose. Don't waste my time with idle communication that barely requires response. State your MF purpose. What do you want from me? This has happened a lot lately and I'm starting to get creeped out by it.


See, I told you it would be random. Was it worth it? ;)

XOXO,

T



*Used as an example only, you may insert your favorite store here.