Yep… I’m still kicking around these traps.
Hey all you crazy kids. I was going to say sorry for going AWOL for the past couple of weeks until I realised, hey, I actually had a couple of decent excuses so you’re not getting any sorries from me.
Except, you know in school when you get out of class to go to the bathroom and you kind of dawdle back? You know the feeling...why get back to all that long division when you know deep down it’s a bogus sort of unnecessary sum, since the calculator was invented and all. My dad would probably dispute this fact [FACT], but meh. I still seem to function without knowing how to do it, so dummies take heart!
Anyway, I dawdled back here to the blog because I noticed how top-notch the postings have been lately. Eh, I’ve tried to write something decent and it’s such a battle, so now I’m just going for the last refuge of the tired and uncreative: the point form.
* We’ve brought in the Big Guns on Real Estate George: that is........
1) a Cranky Letter of Wrath; and when that didn't work
2) an Adult, with both Law Know-How and Realty Know-How (I know! Apparently he’s some sort of a superhuman demon of expertise, or something. I bet he has muscles and flowing blonde hair too.)
* Law Adult uttered the words “leave it with me”. Don’t know what that involves, but I can guess it’s probably not going to be kneecapping. (I kind of hope it’s kneecapping, just a little bit. Maybe some gentle gouging.)
* In other news, I’m currently interning with a TV station’s news section. I worked this morning from 5am, and was there when the whole Beaconsfield mine thing came to a head. Big, big news. I actually never want to see any of that footage again unless I have to - hours and hours of coverage produces a distinct point of head explosion.
* Johnny died on the OC because he drank tequila and fell off a cliff. Moral: if your hair is that good, don’t go near cliffs when you’re smashing tequila. It’s such a waste of good talent. He could have been Pantene Boy, that Johnny. Sigh.
* Speaking of dumb things alcohol does: I swapped my phone on the weekend at the pub with a guy who had one of those brick phones from the late 90s. At the time I thought “Oh cool! Retro!” The next day I thought about it and went “Ah, less cool: no predictive text and strangers are laughing at me.” Still, I kind of know him, he’s lovely, and he seems willing to swap back. One day.
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Cath, how many times do we have to argue about this?
Johnny does not have cool hair. He probably fell off the cliff because he tripped over his hair. He looks like the 12-year-old boy at my gym who desperately tries to lift more than 5% of his body weight whilst periodically flipping his assymetrical fringe out of his eyes.
Pantene boy? I think not.
Posted by: Lauren | May 14, 2006 09:38 PM