I HAVE A PROBLEM

...that im not going to talk about here. Its tempting but i won't.

don't worry, I'm not sick, physically or mentally.(well maybe a lil lol) My health is here and life is fine and good and dandy and all that sentimental stuff that's found on hallmark cards and (the good) fortune cookies.

There's just this one thing. A small thing really. But, its kinda got me trippin. Shoot i don't know if problem is even the right word. Problem has too much gravitas. Someone pass me the Roget's.

Basically what it is is...

Wait. I said I wouldn't bring it here. So why even mention it in the first place? I don't know. Maybe to lend an air of mystery and intrigue to my otherwise bland persona. Did it work? Have I sufficiently whetted your appetite only to not deliver and thereby leaving you(the audience) wanting more? Are you alternately thrilling with and irritated by this unexpected plot twist and subsequent cliffhanger? Do you want a resolution? Have you seen the macguffin?

No? Ok.

Anyway.

So, what do i want to talk about?

Is it just me, or has the hour we gained two weeks ago seem moot? Like i was looking forward to it for weeks, and then it came and went...so anti climactic. I used to be able to feel the return of that hour. I'd wake up the morning after, all refreshed and jubilant..bright eyed and bushy tailed...it really made a difference. The same with when we lost the hour. Only the reverse. Grumpy and surly...straight haggard with a matted pelt. Totally gross. The day after daylight savings commences im a mess. I miss that hour. Now? Well, we went back to EST november fourth, but I still feel like im on DST - just with a whole lot less D(aylight). Of course my tiredness could have something to do with my appalling sleeping habits - up late, rising early does NOT do the body good. I've been chided by some friends about it, but its like a vicious cycle. I thought that extra hour would stand in my good stead but um..no. Instead of having one more hour to sleep, its just one more hour to be awake.

I spent way more money this weekend than I should have. Usually I'm pretty good with controlling my uh...primal urges(well most of them), but the last 48hrs has been like everything she wants. © WHAM! Its not that I can't use the stuff I bought...its just that I didn't need to use it NOW.

"CONTROL. You must learn control." © Yoda

Speaking of shopping. As much as like shopping with people(not) - there are some occasions when its not the best idea. See, I tend to have expensive taste, and if I see something I like and can afford it - I buy it. I bought some jeans on Saturday and the price was... well...im embarrassed to say. Needless to say they weren't cheap. But see, the thing is they fit so nice and made my booty look so decent that they were worth the ducats--

...

Ok, nothing is worth that kind of wallet rape, but when you find a pair of jeans that actually hugs your curves and accentuates in all the right places and doesn't make you look like a 12 yr old school boy, well what's a few dollars? I don't know about you but where I'm from you don't fight fate. Right ladies?

So.

The person that was with me made a big deal over the price and I felt so embarrassed. We're at the cash register and i'm getting dirty looks and the sales associate was tittering at the giver of the dirty looks. I wanted to let loose with a litany of snark but i held back. It was if I had been caught redhanded committing a crime. Hands in the cookie jar mode. Littering on the interstate. Not curbing the dog. You follow the general idea. Just being plain old egregious. I felt compelled to rationalize and justify so i stuttered and made explanations. Explanations which ended with me hanging my head in shame. I felt like the poster girl for the oft-scorned qualities of american greed and excess. Me no likey that feely. Ever see the episode of seinfeld where elaine freaks out because a girl finds out she is wearing a pair of shoes from a store called botticellis? Well that's how I felt. Needless to say, the next time i go clothing shopping i will roll solo or make sure i'm with someone who can handle the truth. Meanwhile, should you see me walking down the street looking especially confident, know that i'm probably IN THOSE JEANS! © ginuwine

Any of the football cognoscenti want to discuss the Eagles/Bengals game that ended in a...TIE? I mean really what's that about? Trust the Eagles to tie a game. And a game against the bengals no less.

TO wrap up this mess of an entry i'd just like to share that for the last 45mins i've been trying to learn the choreography for this part in beyonce's video:

Tell me that wasn't fly.

I knew that as soon as i saw the video, i would wind up liking the song. And now that i like the song, well of course i want to dance to it. And for some reason that part is especially dope to me. SO i put my little leotard on and straight acted a fool. I almost have it but not quite. I used to do this all the time when i was younger - my cousin and i had the pleasure principal routine DOWN. Guess denim...bottles of water...

you might think i'm crazy but i'm serious/its better you know now/what i thought was happiness was only part time bliss/you can take a bow

HOT.

Yeah we had mastered the entire routine. Well...except for the the chair part. Her mom would never let us go that far. But yeah, I guess i'll never outgrow certain things.