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No Brain Cells Were Injured* in the Writing of This Post

Nic — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 19:41:52 +0000

Vacation is imminent (2 days!) and yet work is as crazy as ever and my immune system has succumb to whatever late winter/ early spring ass hattery sinus contagion I must have encountered on public transportation. And as an added bonus, I haven’t been able to eat solid foods for two weeks thanks to my unholy bitchass digestive track. So yeah. Posting? Reading and commenting? Tweeting? Not so much.

BUT….

It’s that time of year again. The time when competitive sports become interesting before their long winter (AKA baseball season), the time when words and phrases like “and 1,” “brick,” and “in the paint” once again become a part of my lexicon. When I marvel at Krzyzewski’s perma shoe polish hair, and am reminded of such animals as terrapins and catamounts and lobos, oh my!

March Madness is nearly upon us and while my body valiantly attempts to absorb this z-pack, I’ve also tried to absorb what sports commentary was available on ESPN for free (read: very little). Thus, my final four this year consists of Kansas, Kansas St., West Virginia, and Villanova. I know, I know…what, no Kentucky? Kansas St. over Syracuse? Really? Yes, really. Suck it, haters.**

And for those of you who are “meh” about The Madness, there’s that other bracket. My final four there? Lady Gaga, Taylor Momsen, Juliette Lewis, and Rhianna. I think Little J is the dark horse here in that while she may be young, she doesn’t have an excuse for being such a dumbass about fashion like Lady Gaga (it’s her thing), Juliette Lewis (she’s just cracked out anyway), and Rhianna (who actually can pull off most of her crazy). Little J, I am not amused.

That’s all I’ve got, kids. Back to drinking green*** tea and not sleeping at my desk. And you, well, you’ve got some brackets to fill out. So get to it, yo!

*Or applied.

**My apologies. Blame the cold medicine for my snarkiness. Also, GHatorade.

***Because it’s green and it’s St. Patrick’s Day. Ahhh, snap.

Running Amok the Pseudo Single-Gal Way

Nic — Tue, 05 May 2009 14:49:26 +0000

It’s funny when the guy you’re seeing- who you might also now be calling BOYFRIEND(!)- goes out of town for a week to some IT Spark-plug Doohickey Fanciness Come-to-the-Motherboard 2009 Conference. In his absence, all manner of “single-gal” debauchery takes place.

Debaucherous stuff like wearing those full-coverage, decidedly unsexy cotton undies when it’s not even your period. Saving an extra 15 minutes in the morning and giving the razor a rest. Cracking open that bottle of wine after work without having to feel sheepish for having alcohol on your breath when you see him later. Indulging in Special K and Ben & Jerry’s for dinner (I’m boycotting Haagen Dazs for downsizing their pints- boo!). Allowing yourself to fall asleep on the couch after Gossip Girl (how seriously awesome was last night’s episode!?) and racking up no less than nine freaking hours of sleep. Going to bed with a deep pore cleansing mask on your face. A week sans boyfriend = reveling in laziness and glut and questionable hygiene.

But it’s also missing him. Sending silly emails back and forth every chance you get…waking up at 3 am with a thoughtful text message waiting for you…thinking about him even more while he’s away…wrapping your legs around him when he returns.

Protected: Nap Time in the Office

Nic — Fri, 21 Jul 2006 18:53:00 +0000