But still under the wire!
Work today was a bit hectic; and I have a standing every-other-week happy hour with my best gal pals (haha, "gal pals") that I just returned from.
[Ending a sentence in a preposition (almost said proposition!), still makes me cringe!]
Needless to say, I've had one martini.
Last night I cleaned out my closet. Not in the Eminem way, but in the for real way.
This is a stream-of-consciousness post and I think I'm doing okay so far.
In a few minutes my friend Jaime will be coming over to watch this week's episode of Scandal.
Yeah, I can still remember to italicize in my state. And also, spell the word italicize without help.
Did you know that Seth Cohen and Blair Waldorf were dating? I didn't and was somewhat blindsided by the fact that they just got engaged. Obviously this news affects me greatly.
[How do I feel about ending a sentence with an adverb?]
Last night Pee Wee scratched my wrist with four distinctive scratch marks because he freaked out for a reason unbeknownst to me. I felt like co-workers might think I'm a cutter and made sure to wear long sleeves.
But last night I was watching Thor and then The Avengers and then I thought this could be Spiderman-like and I'd turn into a cat-powered woman. Like Catwoman but not. Also, Spiderman is not in either of those movies. Also, last night I was not drinking. That's just my brain.
My cat is a dick. Sometimes.
Perhaps I'm manic right now because it's been three weeks since I've seen Jesse.
Where is Jaime? This post is getting long and I should stop before things get dangerous and also that door buzzer will surely make me stop and press "publish" no matter the resistance I feel in the back of my brain.
Here is me right now:
Still no buzzer, but press publish I shall.
[Who still uses "shall?"]
