I'm totally procrastinating studying for a test right now.
I still don't understand the point of Twitter.
Even though I'm miraculously okay with not having kids right now (Thanks, Toby) - I still sort of secretly wish that I'll accidentally get pregnant.
I've taken a few pregnancy tests, just to make sure.
Sometimes my job sort of makes me want to drop kick a kitten.
Our Halloween decorations suck.
My husband weighs maybe 3 pounds more than me... on a good day.
We've bought a disugsting amount of McDonald's in the last two weeks. Solely for Monopoly pieces.
I keep having dreams about totally random guys. Wife points.
I skim a good portion of the blogs in my Reader.
All my girlfriends are tooth pick skinny. And I sort of hate it.
I still haven't seen my wedding video. And it's been over 6 months.
The only "real" meal I've prepared in the last week is taco salad.
I kind of want to take a belly dancing class. But am way too self conscious.
I clearly am running out of things to blog about.
Maybe I'll get off my fat keister and do something productive.
Or maybe I won't.
Happy Hump Day, Internet.