For the past week I have been taking my birth control pills one day ahead of schedule. What can I say? I live for the future. I took my Monday pill on Sunday and I took Tuesday's pill today. I'm...
This whole time I've neglected to mention that those surprise earrings I got for Christmas were made by Nat at Evil Eye Emporium. Thanks, Nat! (Thanks also to Cinnamon and Brenda for their help!)...
For details about and stuff I'll be doing in the next couple of months, including a reading in the west suburbs (Chicago) in March....
January I went boot camp crazy: did way too many lunges, squats. Thanks to this stupid page in Feb. you could calculate our mutual hots! In March I blathered on and on about horoscopes, Kirstie, and chick lit. April was...
Maybe you thought your weekend was hot shit, but you weren't riding the CTA Santa Train when it totally derailed. (Again!) And you probably didn't build a Gingerbread Currency Exchange either. Then again, you might have actually gotten all...
For those of you coming here after reading the article on women bloggers in January's issue of Glamour, welcome. More about me here; older entries (including the one quoted in the magazine) are here and here, and yet more of...
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I fell into some kind of internet wormhole where time appeared to elapse at a normal rate in my daily life while I worked at my job and bought a car, and watched America’s Next Top Model (my heart beats KIM KIM KIM and CORYN CORYN CORYN and maybe just a little bit for LISA, though she could stand to be medicated a little, okay, a LOT), and counted Weight Watcher points, and then didn’t count Weight Watcher points and pretended it was “core,” and drank beer, and caught up with friends, and danced. The usual. But on the internet, time lost all meaning, and it seems I was sleeping for weeks and weeks in my airtight cyberspace pod. Then again, maybe I needed the rest.
Apparently summer’s over. For months there’s been a Dove Girl in an ad on the side of a bus shelter in my neighborhood, and tonight, when I drove by, I wondered if she was cold now, in her underwear like that.
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You're back! My obsessive blog-stalking has finally been rewarded. Hip, hip, hurrah!
(I totally need to head back to WW. . .sigh. . .)
Posted by: Hissy Cat at October 7, 2005 12:12 PMmy heart beats KIM KIM KIM, too.
and for those other girls as well, but not really for lisa because her mouth seems freakishly big for some reason, and it's always open and flapping.
i'm just glad sarah the wide-mouth-bass is gone. whew.
Posted by: christa at October 7, 2005 01:22 PMWell, I must say I'm glad that certain someone left. I won't mention names in case for some reason you missed that episode. What a prissy missy she was. Kim is my favorite but I'm not so much about Coryn, her eyebrows still look like they are gonna leap off her face and attack me. Oh well. I live for Wednesdays!
Posted by: Traci at October 12, 2005 12:27 AMWhat is it about ANTM that just sucks people in...if it's on, I'm a zombie until its over. Which gets bad during the VH1 marathons.
I'd also like to add that I finished your book about a month ago and it kicks ass. I hope I'm not breaking your comments rules in saying that. It's like the freaking tax code...I just don't get it.
Posted by: SassyCat at October 13, 2005 12:25 AMI think Kim needs to stop developing crushes on the girls because that seems to be their kiss of death--first sarah, now kyle...
This show is like crack. Try it once & you're hooked.
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