Nipplegate 2005

Strangest thing, but I miss one day of work and when I return, my computer has forgotten every password I've ever saved....as well as all the websites I frequent. It's like it completely forgot me after my one day absence. Honestly, I'm a little hurt...and offended. We spend at least 8 1/2 hours a day together, 5 days a week. Sure, I don't think about it when I'm not here, but I don't erase all memory of it. Okay, I've taken this too far. Moving on...

I watched "Million Dollar Baby" the other night and have to say, it really should win best picture. I've said before that I thought "The Motorcycle Diaries" was the best film of the year, but since it's not nominated, then my vote goes to "Baby." By vote, I mean me saying "I hope it wins" not actually voting. I could try, but I don't think they'd accept it, seeing as how I'm not an academy member. I'm sure you got that, no need for explanation. But anyway, I cried so effing hard at the end, I thought I was going to die. Seriously, cried so hard it hurt. I love a good cry during a movie, but I can't always take that rip your heart out and stomp on it sadness. It's too much for a Monday night. So now I've almost seen every best picture nominee...only "Ray" is left. This will be a historical moment for me. I can opine away at Brad's annual Oscar party knowing that I'm not just talking out of my a**.

Oh, and I luckily avoided a case of accidental nipple slippage earlier today. Let me explain- I'm wearing this silk lingerie like shirt with decorative holes lined down the middle and sides. The holes are small, so you can't really see any skin, right? But I put on a sweater anyway just to be a little more demure (nobody likes the office slut). As I'm working, it starts getting a little warm so I take off my sweater (running from desk to fax machine and back again can be a taxing mini-workout). I feel like what should follow is me taking off my glasses and yanking my hair out it's ponytail and swinging my head around erotically. But that didn't happen. Back to the real story...so then I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror and what should I see...but my left nipple trying to sneak it's way out of one of the holes. Catastophe averted! I put my sweater back on and all is good with the world once again. If anyone's seeing my areolas, I'd better at least be aware of it. Or drunk.
R.