There's just something about blogs...

You guys, how did we get around before these things? They're wonderful. I have a love/hate relationship with the internet (who doesn't that works in an office, or like me, for a software company?), and so, with blogs, but really...it's just a great thing to have. So you prefer to be awake and communicating at 4am, fine! I'll catch up with you at 10:15 on a Saturday night...can you imagine how rarely we'd talk if you didn't blog? It would be like...well, like some of my relationships with people who don't blog. We talk like twice a year...maybe five times.

And why do you think it is that I am so telephone averse? I find them horribly inconvenient and annoying. Remember when we were 13 and LIKED to talk on the phone? Even though we spent ALL DAY together? What was that about? I don't even like to hear one ring now.

Maybe I just like blogs because I like to type. But I also like the voyeur aspect of it too...like I can see what's going on with you even if I'm in my pj's in a superfoul mood. I like that. It's low-commitment, and we all know how much I like making promises.

I'm just really happy about my blog, and yours too, if you have one.

Oh oh oh, unrelated. I bought a new perfume tonight, and I'm not completely settled on it. It's Elizabeth Arden, Mediterranean. Anybody have feelings? I might take it back. Brother's girlfriend just came in and smelled it - she likes it.

Have a good weekend.

The dentist

I went to the dentist for the first time in a couple of years. I've been afraid to go because I'm afraid of the dentist, and I'm especially afraid of a new dentist, and I moved, you see, so I couldn't keep going to my old trusty dentist.

But it all worked out, and I actually like my new dentist a lot and it didn't even hurt except for maybe a little when they were doing those awful bite wing x-rays. Those hurt me. And it's so silly - the equipment is too big for my mouth. Now, I know I'm not a large person, but there are lots of people who are smaller than me, and I just wonder about that whole sizing thing.

Which reminds me - I've been trying to find jeans, and it's just horribly depressing. Nothing fits me. I find it intensely frustrating.

So, um, the point is that what works for some people doesn't work for others, and we should all just release control of one another and learn forgiveness. Most everything should come from a place of love.

Thanks, Dr. Yarbrough.

Fall?

Does anyone want to give me $100k to sponsor my Fall wardrobe? Bottega Veneta and Prada are calling...and I'm finding myself at Express.