*sigh*

and, yet, i tolerate.

XY

I do not fully understand, much less appreciate, the Y chromosome. i mean, really, what are they thinking? oh, wait - they're not. exactly. now i get it.

*sigh*

do thumbthing~i'm an art director; i don't pay attention to words!

trust me. no, really, TRUST ME. i think i just found my new inspiration. i found a show that perfectly describes the pace and insanity of my everyday job...except, of course, for the title of creative director, the posh job in a high-paying firm in which i can still wear jeans to work (since i'm the creative director), the beautiful corner office with the cityscape view (chicago, ny or seattle, of course), the assistant, and everything else that TV can provide that i always dreamed my job would entail. but, it's Brilliant. and Funny. and i can Relate To It. the underlings. the clients. the people who take your ideas and throw them under a city bus while laughing hysterically...
*sigh*
this and madmen, i'm tellin' ya...

i love my job. seriously. yes, really.

drink out of the milk carton - c'mon, you know you want to.

you know what's great about living alone (there's not time for the complete list, but this is a recent epiphany)? you can drink out of the milk carton. that's right, just like your mom always told you not to, and just like you always told Him not to. it's liberating, girls, and i highly recommend it. it even makes me kinda want to grunt and scratch myself...but really, why is that ever necessary?