Bitch Bitch Bitch, Moan Moan Moan
I think I have allergies. That, or a terminal illness. I kid. I hope. I have had this nasty nagging itchy throat thing for like a week now, its almost debilitating. I'll get this itch in my throat that won't go away and I will start coughing and it is a painful cough. Its weird. Then it goes away.
Guilty Pleasure of the Day
I want the new Coldplay album. Its cool when two of your most favorite guilty pleasure bands put out albums (I'm speaking here of Death Cab For Cutie and Coldplay). Sure, they aren't necessarily guilty pleasures, I think I genuinely like them, but I'm kind of embarrassed, at least in certain circles, to like them. I think that's probably the definition of guilty pleasure, right?
Pet Peeve of the Day
So at work we have these cubicle-like stations in a big open room. Under my chair is one of those plastic mats, so that your chair can roll with ease above the carpeted floor. The annoying thing about that is when people cut corners on their way to various places throughout the office and step on my plastic mat. Especially in heels. It's like friggin' nails on a chalkboard. I hate it.
That's all I got. In the words of Grover, When is Saturday?