Just got back from a week long vacation in the South. You know what that means Southern food --> southern weight. I look a bit fatter. And that makes me sad. My plane trip was ridiculous. The drive from our beach house to the airport (departing) was 6 hours long. Then the first flight was 8 hours. There was a 1 hour layover. Then a 3 hour flight with noisy kids and 6 different crying babies. I have nothing a against kids at all, but let's just say that I didn't exactly get the best rest, but I managed to remain at least somewhat dignified. After a 40 minute drive and a bowl of cereal and a plate of spaghetti later, I am watching the Hills and writing this blog. The Hills is pretty stupid.
Eeyuck. I feel my foundation caking up in my pores. I should go wash my face. Okay. After this blog. Bleh, I thought ocean water was supposed to make skin clear up. I think that the large 9 inch tar ball I found on the beach might have something to do with that. Thanks a whole fucking lot, BP. I was so pissed about the oil spill (Like everyone), that I am working on a little surprise that I will soon debut.
In magazine news, I am running LATE. I need to do an interview with a very important person and so far it has not happened. Not because of Miss VIP, but because I haven''t even formed my questions yet. I am pretty much putting together a whole magazine and writing all of the articles myself.
SWAPBOT News: I forgot to mail out a huge package before I left! Now I am a week past the deadline. I will send it out first thing tomorrow morning.
Good Night.
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