17 March 2009

Rather pointless

It's been a while. I'm really slacking and this time, I'm disappointed in myself. I truly wanted to grace the internet with my prose prowess at least twice a week. And by "prose prowess", I mean "senseless stories." Anywho, February proved to be a reality punch in the face.

First, I was put into a cupcake-induced coma thanks to Cupid's Day and the celebration of the birth of yours truly.

Then, my dear Grandpa had to say goodbye to us. (Debbie Downer moment.) Let's pour one out for Bob A, shall we? He was the hippest of homies.

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Circa 2006

After that, my bronchials decided to have their way with me for at least a week and a half. I believe "bronchial tubes" is the correct term, but when am I ever accurate? Especially in a medical sense ... never, that's when.

So here I am. Struggling to concentrate on the copious amounts of copy waiting to be written mostly because I just arrived home from a trip to Dallas - to visit my chico man - and left my headphones in my travel bags. Trying to work without music is like trying to get a 14-year-old girl to recite the Gettysburg Address when Nick Jonas is in the room. Just not going to happen. (I'm really not sure how I knew one of the Jonai's first names ... It must be some sort of science.)