I see you're drinking 1% milk. Is that because you think you're fat? Because you're not. You could probably be drinking whole milk.

I don't feel like doing the obligatory weekend recap. I always end up rambling too much about stuff that wasn't even interesting at the time so why should it even be repeated. But for those of you patiently awaiting news of my weekend, here are the broad strokes.

Friday: Went on a party bus (more like a party van/limo, but that's neither here nor there), participated in a pole dancing contest, have found my new calling (just need to lose 20 lbs, get enormous breast implants, rid myself of my morality and I will be one awesome stripper...I'm taking suggestions for my new name...something slutty yet sweet)

Saturday: Slept all day, babysat that night (I need the extra cash), watched several episodes of "All Grown Up" (a tv show w/ the Rugrats, but older...a little weird...I'm waiting for "Doug: The College Years"), baked chocolate chip cookies.

Sunday: Cleaned my house (hardcore cleaned...Cinderella style, on my hands and knees), ate remaining chocolate chip cookies, watched the VMA's at Justin's that night, realized that I am out of touch w/ the new MTV generation b/c I have no idea who L'il John is and didn't know that Jay Z had retired (I didn't realize he was 65...he looks good for his age)

I was in the worst mood this morning, up until about 20 mins ago. I was really pissed off for no reason whatsoever. Maybe it's the fact that I hate my haircut. But I'm going to get that fixed tonight...I just want to feel pretty. I don't think that's it. It's really hard to get out of a funk when you have no idea what's bothering you. Here's what did it for me: 3 days until Emily and Bre arrive. I'm so ready.
R.