Oh, and lest I forget, such visually beautiful videography from Eva Kolenko as she captures the essence of this artesian vision.
Conversation with Bestie:
Me: I should recommend him to invite me out for sushi!
Bestie: Well, what do you mean but inviting for “sushi”?
Bestie: Does that mean man down on…
Me: That means SUSHIIIIIIIIIII!!!!
Bestie: Im sorry….
Bestie: Here, it still means….
Me: No, no, here it means SUSHI!!!!
Friends… East Coast vs West Coast
….. How Many Years After Sex and the City Died then resurrected then died after that horrible schphiel in the desert?
OHHHHHH for the love of the epic best of besties… if for nothing other than frustration, than for the grossly over exaggerated anticipation of the other’s response….. MY Bestie – automatic assumption of my sluttiness. I’m so glad to know that… after all the years she’s taken a “B” in class for my bitch ass… she believes I would go…..
Checking out Central Phoenix’s newest yogurt shop (it was just a little bit! and I’ve been counting some major calorie reductions….) and doodling for a bit while on break from the last truly heinous paper I’ll have to write for a little while. I’m sooo close… To being ABD, not close enough to that frigging PhD. This afternoon, it’ll be back to work. Countdown to the weekend end, I hope to be done with this thing by tomorrow night. Later, gators!
I think I am entering a sugar shock like I have never seen before from all the sweetness in this video. I may be crazy – I’ve certainly been called as much – but I don’t think I’ll be alone watching Animal Planet Saturday, the 17th, when I meet the baby sloths featured in the documentary, Meet the Sloths.
After the day I had today (a friend summed it best when he commented that I had a crappy morning to start a crappy day of the week), I enjoyed a wonderful dinner out celebrating pre-Christmas with five fantastic friends who, I think, are more excited about my birthday fete than I actually might be… and the sloths. I agree, this is cute crack, and a far better use of my mindless time blasting than any of the Real Housewives series’ reruns.
I may be crazy… and I definitely think I’m crazy for these babies!