Coulda Woulda Shoulda

Changing my focus here. Quantity not necessarily quality. Quality will come with time. But I need to continue writing regularly if I'm going to write at all. And so today, I have a question for all your horkers and spitters of the world. What is it about slurping up a loogy in your mouth, pursing your lip muscles into a round shape and throwing it with your tounge out into the wide air to land on places where people walk? Some people question smokers and ask why they think the world is their ashtray. At least cigarettes can be picked up. At least cigarettes are not gooey and sticky and wet. Let's try and keep our personal liquids to ourselves. We don't pee in the streets. Keep your goobers in your mouth.

I found my peace You can not describe in words the way a good pair of jeans feels. There is some eurphoric satisfaction in putting on a pair of jeans that make you feel whole. My most productive days are in jeans. Good jeans. The ones that make you feel as though you are not even wearing clothes. Work wear now includes casual Fridays. I am most productive when I am in my jeans. Do employers not realise this? I am not much of a shopper, for those of you who know me, you may already know this. I enjoy buying things if they are on sale and if I can justify them more than a night out in Prague. When I put my mind to purchasing an item that requires more than a bargain, I will shop around. As I read in Glamour this week, I am actually more like a guy shopper. Infrequent shopping for high quality items. Long research process. I started at the Gap. The King of Jeans. I was highly disappointed, which made the search all that more labourous. If I could not find a pair...

Dear Diary - why is it every time I open you up to write, the last entry always begins with: "Wow, I can' t belive how long it has been since I've written!"? Reasons why I am a "lazy git". 1 - Because instead of taking 10 minutes at night to write a blog, I plop in front of the tube and watch episodes of Friends that I have seen a gazillion times but continue to howl each time I see them. 2 - Because if I missed the "saturday-morning-house-clean" because I'm away with work, I don't actually make up the time, I just wait until the next saturday. 3 - Because I got to bed before midnight and can't drag my ass up before 8 am. 4 - Because I am happy to use the excuse that because D is on the computer, I must take full advantage of having the remote control to myself. 5 - Because even though the gym is closer than the bus stop, I still can only manage 4 times a week, averaging 6 hours. Way to go, fitness freak. 6 - Becaus...