SPOTTED, BBS

S. wouldn't dare have a birthday without planning a blowout. But no school, no sorority house. So S., A., K. and T. roughed it northeast style to the fake neighborhood of NoMa, where the house of former fratties welcomed S. to throw her yearly celebration, provided, of course, she would help clean their cluttered catastrophe.

A clean townhouse and two veggie pizzas later, the cleanup crew sat down for mini-marathon of Gossip Girl, and the former fratties watched along. Sure, boys, you were in it for the hot girls. Whatever you say.

(I'm a little scared how accurate my GG voice is)

walking out the front door when the light hit *just so* was a bad idea

At this point, I have to give my brain simple, grunt-like instructions, one at a time because it cannot handle any high-order stuff.

WHY BRAIN, I needed you to kick ass for me today.

(we shall see if it I can make the afternoon a little more useful)

ETA: okay. If me and the post it note of to-do list can become friends, I can watch the last episode of The Middleman. Internet, you have to hold me to this motivational tool.

From a job description I just read:

Receives visitors, answers phones, and provides information related to Project activities; prepares a variety of forms, correspondence, and reports on a PC and typewriter.

Wha? Typewriter? Does this job involve time travel? If so, sign me up

today, in numbers

6 cover letters written
1 response today (woo! and for the one that seems really really cool and actual related to my Intl. Affairs degree)
< 3 hours to new Bones
3 loads of laundry done
1 episode of MM watched (BUBBIE! EVIL WENDY! MAN IN A BAG MAN IN BAG!)

I'd stop now if I didn't fear going back to the horrid ennui of this morning.

And now I have to avoid Georgetown in order not to accidentally get in the way of the poor man's The Hills.

from the other side of the internets

• 10:30 having such a time starting my day. Excuse me while I go zombie towards my coffee. #
• 15:38 @notnadia this doesn't seem like it would be out of place in the tv show. I'm CHUCK BASS, and this, this is my monkey. #

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