Because I'm always looking for new and better leg hair removal techniques, I recently made the switch to the Intuition razor. It's actually a pretty good razor. But everytime I use it, I start thinking of the Intuition album by TNT. I loved that band back in the day, and I have an unusually high number of TNT cds. I wonder if Schtick could get the rights to the Intuition song and play it in the commercials. That would rock.

Because there's nothing more interesting than an about to turn 30 angsty woman... I present my list of things I wanted to accomplish before I turned the big Thirtybowski.

1. Be art director of a fabulous magazine like HOW or Jane or ReadyMade or People...

2. Live in Europe for a year.

3. Go on tour with Bon Jovi.

4. Be married to a fabulous guy.

5. Have at least one adorable, well-behaved child.

6. Own a house

7. Be totally out of debt.

I have 22 days to get all this done.

Back when I was first laid off in 2001, I took a 3 week road trip. When I came back, some piece of scumshit asshat took my big fluffy fern off of my patio that I had kept alive all through the scorchingly hot plant-frying Atlantan summer. Why am I writing about this? Because I thought I could relate to the woman.

A brief recap:

Good Times News
I'm going to see some of my favorite people this weekend! Amy and Greg are coming up from the ATL and I haven't seen them since November. I miss them and wished they still lived here. I hope the local bars are stocked up...

Blood-sucking News
My legs served as the buffet for about 65,000 goddamn rat bastard blood-sucking mosquitos last weekend. My skin is even paler than usual. I've been the most miserable itchy bitchy creature this week.

I've tried everything on the market, nothing takes the itching away except for furiously scratching them until they bleed and scab. And having my boyfriend introduce me as his girlfriend: Scabbie, is not the image I'm shooting for.

Music News
I just bought The Soviettes CD. I give it 4 out of 5 socialist agendas. It rocks.

And I also bought Madonna's Don't Cry for Me Agentina Single CD with all the Miami remixes on it. Yes, I've just lost what last remaining street cred I posessed. Whatever. I love it.

In other related music-news, I've started dropping hints to my family that a 30 gig iPod would make a lovely birthday gift, and wonderfully symbolic of the 30 year milestone of this particular birthday. You know, a gig for each year of my life. That got me "a look." And I don't feel right asking the new boyfriend for an iPod. It seems a little much for a 6 month relationship...

And I finally started orgainzing my CDs that have been lying in a big pile ever since I moved to Webster in January. I was going to go whole hog and organize them all alphabetical-like, but I only got as far as putting the correct CD in the correct case. That took a realllllly long time, and I'm still missing 4 CDs. One of them being Motley Crue, Decade of Decandance, which must be found AT ALL COSTS...

Oh sweet jesus. How can I get my ass to LA in October for this once in a lifetime event? It's the weekend after the Vegas trip. The only thing that would make it cooler is if they brought Adama back from the dead. We miss you, Lorne...

Man, Go Ask Alice and Jay's Journal were some of my favorite teen-angst books. I thought they were true stories. Man, was I taken for a ride by the publishing industry.

Ok, I checked my stat thing last night and someone did a search on Google for "krisobi blog." Who was it? Come on, fess up. I can think of a few persons who I don't want it to be. I freak out way too easily.

Maybe I shouldn't even have a blog if I'm going to worry about people who know me finding it. I don't think there's anything truly horrible in any of my posts. I might not want my office to read some of the posts. Hrmph.
Or maybe I should bag the whole thing and start over with a nicer, friendlier more uplifting blog. Yeah, sure. That's a good idea, considering I don't have the urge to post as much when I'm happy and content. Yes, I am one of those melodramatic angsty people who go into drama queen overdrive everytime some body cuts me off in traffic or I drop my bagel in the snowbank.

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