People of the World - Band Together
I would like to officially start a campaign against that disgusting commercial for Lamisil - you know the one: where that gross little yellow bug crawls underneath the cracked and jank toenail? It honestly makes me ill everytime I watch it and because I am concerned about the future of our children, I think it should 
be banned from television - they do not need to grow up being afraid of their toenails - they have enough to worry about. So, let's all pull together and write to the makers of Lamisil, Novartis Pharmaceuticals, and demand a new mascot for their medication. Honestly, if your toenails are that whacked out, just amputate - and I don't need a commercial for that either. That's my deep thought for the day.
Feeling a tad cranky today. Perhaps it's because I was up all night fretting about little yellow bugs invading my freshly pedicured toenails. Who knows. I know all the men reading this are thinking, "PMS." Well, screw you! Uh oh - maybe their right. Anywho.
I was stood up last night for the second time in my quest to find a new roommate for September 1. I landed a nice lad moving out from DC to rent out the room for the month of August. As an added bonus, he has also agreed to paint my living room, kitchen, dining room AND bathroom for a six-pack of beer and a pizza. UM - AWESOME. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a job out here yet, so, I don't think he'll be able to float the whole 1/2 rent beyond August. But, if he's hot, maybe I could just make him run around with no shirt on fixing stuff around the house while I sip on mai tais. Hmmmmmm - like my own personal "John" from "Desperate Housewives" (the 18-year old gardener). Although, with my luck, it is more likely that he has three nipples and one eye. In that case, he can keep his shirt on and run around with a patch.
The whole roommate thing out here is crazy and it's beginning to give me a headache. Thank goodness the winery that I belong to (Eberle Winery - see link to the right), accidentally resent me another set of my quarterly two-bottle wine shipment so that should help. I figure I'll just slam down one of those babies and then grab one of the homeless people off the street to be my new roommate.
Speaking of roommates, my current roommate, Paul, is leaving Saturday morning to head back up north. Supposedly, his "super hot" friend, Kramer or Kraentz or something, is coming into town tonight to help him move back up to the Bay area. I will have to run out quickly after work and pick up a small fan and a flowy dress to put on so when I walk into the house I can re-enact the famous Marilyn Monroe pose with the white dress blowing up and her acting surprised. I think that will be a good introduction for sure.
Paul has been a great roommate, even if his jaw cracks everytime he chews. He's a cool dude and I will miss him. But, out with the old and in with the new!!
be banned from television - they do not need to grow up being afraid of their toenails - they have enough to worry about. So, let's all pull together and write to the makers of Lamisil, Novartis Pharmaceuticals, and demand a new mascot for their medication. Honestly, if your toenails are that whacked out, just amputate - and I don't need a commercial for that either. That's my deep thought for the day.Feeling a tad cranky today. Perhaps it's because I was up all night fretting about little yellow bugs invading my freshly pedicured toenails. Who knows. I know all the men reading this are thinking, "PMS." Well, screw you! Uh oh - maybe their right. Anywho.
I was stood up last night for the second time in my quest to find a new roommate for September 1. I landed a nice lad moving out from DC to rent out the room for the month of August. As an added bonus, he has also agreed to paint my living room, kitchen, dining room AND bathroom for a six-pack of beer and a pizza. UM - AWESOME. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a job out here yet, so, I don't think he'll be able to float the whole 1/2 rent beyond August. But, if he's hot, maybe I could just make him run around with no shirt on fixing stuff around the house while I sip on mai tais. Hmmmmmm - like my own personal "John" from "Desperate Housewives" (the 18-year old gardener). Although, with my luck, it is more likely that he has three nipples and one eye. In that case, he can keep his shirt on and run around with a patch.
The whole roommate thing out here is crazy and it's beginning to give me a headache. Thank goodness the winery that I belong to (Eberle Winery - see link to the right), accidentally resent me another set of my quarterly two-bottle wine shipment so that should help. I figure I'll just slam down one of those babies and then grab one of the homeless people off the street to be my new roommate.
Speaking of roommates, my current roommate, Paul, is leaving Saturday morning to head back up north. Supposedly, his "super hot" friend, Kramer or Kraentz or something, is coming into town tonight to help him move back up to the Bay area. I will have to run out quickly after work and pick up a small fan and a flowy dress to put on so when I walk into the house I can re-enact the famous Marilyn Monroe pose with the white dress blowing up and her acting surprised. I think that will be a good introduction for sure.
Paul has been a great roommate, even if his jaw cracks everytime he chews. He's a cool dude and I will miss him. But, out with the old and in with the new!!
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