Brog Schmorg

Hmmm... I've been such a prolific brogger of late that I surprises myself. Maybe its because there are so many things to talk about! Or maybe its just because there is no one to talk to.

-_-

OkAaaaay, let's not go there.

Have been rewatching episodes of Sex in The City which are definitely the opposite of what anti-depressants do. Since I'm teetering towards 30, its really awful to watch Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Catrall and the other two What's-Their-Face in the (konon-nya) late 20s / early 30s potter around New York city living the most FabUuULous lives, with the most FabUuULous clothes at the most FabUuULous parties, looking so ab-sO-FabUuULous.

After that I start thinking about my own routine and really just want to suffocate myself.

i think this has alot to do with my cubicle and the unholy fluorescent lighting.

Stupid fluorescent lights. AAAAAAAAAAAAAarghk

i want to go out and play badminton, and watch stupid movie, and eat crappy popcorn, and barbeque in an ungentrified park, and sleep late, and run, and read terry pratchett.

-_-

BUT NO

i am here. in my CUBICLE