�Live everyday as if it was your last!�
I heard someone say this today in a total unironic pep-talky fashion.
I mean, I don�t want to be all cranky-pants but how can you say that with a straight face to anyone while you�re sitting under flourescent lights in a cube?
If I were going to buy into that, I�d probably go fornicate or something.
Awh, puh-lease! You�re gonna judge me? What would you do?
Actually, have you ever seen the movie Last Night? It�s a fairly interesting movie that proves even with the end of the world coming, those Canadians are still darn polite. Instead of running around screaming or looting or shooting people, they have quiet dinners with friends and family and talk.
But some of them do get it on. I mean, they�re not dead, yet.
Oh, Canada!
Anyway, I have no idea where I am going with this. I think it all started when my friend asked me the question what are the chances of surving a nuclear blast?
G'head, click it if you want to find out what your and your family members chances of surviving a nuclear blast would be. Good times!
At any rate, it�s not all gloom and doom in the land of annfrankenstein. The recent bout of �Lotto Fevah� that had overtaken 5 different states or whatever got me to thinking about how I would spend the 335 million dollars or whatever it was.
First of all, I�d pay off all of my close friends� student loans. Because student loans are the biggest pain in the ass.
Then I would travel. A lot.
And then I would fornicate.
Sheesh, kidding, people, kidding. Mobile fornication is very dangerous. Use caution. I think I�ve been listening to much of the sexed up jsbx music lately. I really do. But what are you gonna do? That man�ll make you want to do things you�ll regret come morning.
So, in other annfrankenstein news (really, none of which involves fornicating)�
Hair: too long for this heat wave. I am sorry hair, some of you must go.
Work: Mandated - my tiny department is supposed to take a day off together to partake in some sort of �blowing off steam� activity. Which is really funny trying to get a bunch of indoorsy and pasty creative types in the sunshine to bond over some kind of Fear Factor activity. They won�t let us just go to a bar. Which was of course, like the number one suggestion.
Sleeping habits: restless as hell. Must be the heat. But probably my overworked mind. I about jumped out of my skin last night and decided to go drink tea with the night-owl senior citizens at the coffee shop and doodle on a napkin. That�s therapy!
Friendships: had a good heart to heart with a good friend of mine yesterday and he reminded me I can be a real asshole sometimes and I need to knock it off already. And it's okay because he was totally right.
Lovin�: I realized just the other day, I don�t even have a real person crush going right now. Sad!
Mental health: pretty much neurotic as usual, but lots of laughing along the way.
Finances: Po� as usual.
Feet: Bad shape. It�s open toe shoe weather, for chrissakes! Do something ann-frank!
Laundry pile: Out of control.
Food: It�s all about red peppers and pears and pink lady apples lately. Not all together.
Smoking: A lot. Lately.
Drinking: Not so much.
Music: Secured tickets to The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion show next month. Other than that - can�t get �You Are Invited� from The Plan out of my head.
Books: Had the book club meeting sans book on Tuesday. Total slumber party without the sleeping over or pillow fights.
Weather: Hot! But where the hell is that severe thunderstorm we are supposed to get tonight? I was gonna open the blinds and have a dance party with Mother Nature�s Strobe Lightening as my special guest. Sheesh. Bring on the strobe, already!
Entry: Unnecessarily Long.
Sleep well, everyone.