(I know it doesn't make much sense, but the post title is an inside joke for anyone who came to my improv show last night. Which will teach the rest of you to ignore my invitations, won't it??)
I wish that I could more suavely weave my observations together, but I've come to understand that's not what you pay me for.
So, without further ado:
1. I ripped my favorite shirt today. I was just wearing it and I leaned forward in a not-even-funny-kind-of-way, and two big rips opened up in the sleeve. In an effort to see the silver lining, I told myself that this means that things that used to seem so perfect and wonderful are no longer fitting me. That change is on its way, and it's time to start embracing it, and leaving old paradigms behind.
Or, possibly, I'm turning into the Hulk.
2. I was at a fancy-pants college event tonight and spent about an hour chatting with a very good looking actor-turned-lawyer from the class of 1992. Annoyingly, it wasn't until about 45 minutes into the conversation that he first mentioned his girlfriend.
Has nobody told him? If there's no ring on your finger, you're obligated to mention your ladyfriend in the first fifteen minutes of conversation. It's a rule.
3. I think I'm getting old. On my date this weekend, the guy I was out with asked me if I had a black eye. I almost gave him one in return.
4. This disturbs me. A lot.
5. We all know Justin Timberlake brought sexy back. I would like to say that I, too, have brought sexy back, but alas, all I seem to be able to bring back is my mouse. (There was a rodential glimpse in the bathroom this weekend, making it much more difficult to shower than it usually is on a weekend. None of this helps my social life. Unless I reconsider inter-species friendships...)
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