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Tuesday
Aug032010
Too Much To Do And Not Enough Time
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
I must be busier than I thought. I haven't blogged since Saturday, and it's now Tuesday. This blogging thing is usually a daily occurrence.
The Palinode and another iteration of the Drunken Lime
I am pretty much racing headlong into BlogHer '10 with little time to pay attention to much beyond completing a couple of projects and selling shoes and doing laundry.
Oh, the laundry. If you only knew you would heap gratitude upon me for cleaning myself up before the conference.
I pretended that I was lying beneath God's glass coffee table, and he was a coke head.
Hello, August! August does not feel august. It feels hot and ridiculously sweaty in a decidedly unsexy way. I've started getting boob zits from sweltering inside hot brassieres. Now that I'm saddled with these stupid borderline D-cups, I miss the A-cups of my youth. They were sweet. When it was too hot out, I'd go without underwear and just put mini-bandaids over my nipples to keep the gawkers at bay. Freedom was adhesive strips.
The Palinode and I used to go to this restaurant when we dated ten years ago. Now, it's closed for good.
I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY. It's obvious. The only thing going on in my head is a running tally of all the things I am not doing at any given moment.
eating
doing laundry
cleaning the house
packing
finishing up this project
finishing up that project
working on the GiST newsletter
showering
writing an article
getting back to that guy from that magazine
clearing out the 200 e-mails in my inbox
fighting with WordPress for a new project
breathing
learning the Hustle
practicing my swan dive
I'm just kidding. I don't dive. I hate diving, in fact. When I was a kid, I would stand on the one-meter diving board and freeze solid while my entire swim class treaded water and rolled their eyes at me, except the fat nerd, because he was always trying to get in good with me for when we had to practice mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. His lips were always blue, and it was worrisome.
Wonder Katie
I'm going to make like Wonder Woman and get shit done. I know I have it in me. I just have to figure out where I put it.
The Palinode and another iteration of the Drunken Lime
I am pretty much racing headlong into BlogHer '10 with little time to pay attention to much beyond completing a couple of projects and selling shoes and doing laundry.
Oh, the laundry. If you only knew you would heap gratitude upon me for cleaning myself up before the conference.
I pretended that I was lying beneath God's glass coffee table, and he was a coke head.
Hello, August! August does not feel august. It feels hot and ridiculously sweaty in a decidedly unsexy way. I've started getting boob zits from sweltering inside hot brassieres. Now that I'm saddled with these stupid borderline D-cups, I miss the A-cups of my youth. They were sweet. When it was too hot out, I'd go without underwear and just put mini-bandaids over my nipples to keep the gawkers at bay. Freedom was adhesive strips.
The Palinode and I used to go to this restaurant when we dated ten years ago. Now, it's closed for good.
I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY. It's obvious. The only thing going on in my head is a running tally of all the things I am not doing at any given moment.
eating
doing laundry
cleaning the house
packing
finishing up this project
finishing up that project
working on the GiST newsletter
showering
writing an article
getting back to that guy from that magazine
clearing out the 200 e-mails in my inbox
fighting with WordPress for a new project
breathing
learning the Hustle
practicing my swan dive
I'm just kidding. I don't dive. I hate diving, in fact. When I was a kid, I would stand on the one-meter diving board and freeze solid while my entire swim class treaded water and rolled their eyes at me, except the fat nerd, because he was always trying to get in good with me for when we had to practice mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. His lips were always blue, and it was worrisome.
Wonder Katie
I'm going to make like Wonder Woman and get shit done. I know I have it in me. I just have to figure out where I put it.
Reader Comments (8)
I don't like diving either. I still have post-traumatic stress from diving lessons. Hope you find your shit and have a great time in NYC.
Also, I don't understand why people want big boobs. Mine are too big, and they are only B cups.
hahaha! Welcome to the D cups, lady! It's not that it's cracked up to be, right? Hope to see you soon! I also have ZERO time to prepare for this trip and SO MUCH to do! Agghhhhh!
I'm so with you. I have been walking around my place for weeks now thinking, I really should get my sh*t together and clean up. Yet, it hasn't happened. I am planning on doing it tomorrow hopefully I will be done before I officially wake up. But really, who knows?
I am planning on doing it tomorrow hopefully I will be done before I officially wake up. But really, who knows?Thanks for sharing this post with us.
Wonder Woman Getting Shit Done:
http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=225
Yeah, I can picture you in "Wonder Woman Mode".
I love The Palinode, and he's undoubtably cute, but why does he take photos of his alcohol?
Kate Hansen, the link under the photo leads to an article he wrote about that very drink he was photographing. He was on a hunt for a tasty Drunken Lime, and one was found!
I have been walking around my place for weeks now thinking, I really should get my sh*t together and clean up. Yet, it hasn't happened. I am planning on doing it tomorrow hopefully I will be done before I officially wake up.Thanks for sharing this blog with us.