Pay Up

In this time of economic hardship, I've just come to realize that I never got my $7 for killing that spider. B -- give me my money or I will tie up that child from downstairs and keep him under your bed as torture.

Also, I believe you owe me a back rub on the 14th of every month. I don't remember what that one was for, but it's in my planner so it stands. I don't want to have to call my lawyers.

what I do at work

In other news:

I'm going to go running (not outside, whatareyounuts?! It's like 100 friekin degrees out! I'll be in the ACed gym, tyvm) and then go home to shorty to follow through on this texting conversation from this morning:

B: mondays suck. i just want to come home and cuddle wichu on the couch all night. while blasting AC of course.
C: omg agreed. and time is going by sooo slow.
B: worst. lets be hermits all night.
C: yes. and a nap is in order.
B: OK. yes. in underwear and tanktops.
C: naked perhaps?
B: OK, twist my arm.
C: We can grill kielbasa :)

Sorry, I gotta run, dear readers. I guess you all will just never know if we are truly going to fry up some sausages for dinner or if "grilling kielbasa" might mean something more... I mean, it was texted amidst talk of a naked couch nap.

i'm busy blogging

Sweet. I have a new excuse not to do things for Beth. Like kill innocent spiders. (Note: although she is supposedly terrified of said spider, she is currently on her tiptoes getting very very close in a desperate attempt to take a picture of it. Presumably to post it here. Let's see how well I know her.)

I am going to take revenge for the soon-to-be-dead spider and release this fun foto of how we spend our nights in the lovenest.

RIP spidey.

I fell asleep.

The title is actually relevant to many things going on in my life right now. Primarily, it means that I fell asleep before Caitlin's entry was done last night (it also falls into other categories such as "excuses I've been given recently" and "things I do on my couch"). After a ridiculous morning at work, I finally got some time to waste at 11 a.m. (aka now) and was delighted to see:

a) The subtitle regarding our need to entertain each other
b) My semi-nudity was involved (I was simply demonstrating how the elastic band on my "old flame stolen man shorts" was completely shot and they kept falling off. And of course I made Caitlin watch a full demonstration of this.)
c) We are bloggers!

I am becoming many new things lately. I have most recently become:
A blogger
A runner (seriously!)
A roommate
A dater
A former restaurant worker
A mother (...jk)

And I agree with shorty that the title of this blog will probably become increasingly relevant as the summer progresses. In fact, allow me to illustrate with a simple graph:

As you can see, our laziness will increase as the summer goes on while our value to society slowly declines. Nudity sees a drastic peak in August, but tapers off as autumn rolls around. Come September, it seems our laziness will plateau, but the damage will have been done and there really is no saving our value to society. All may be lost.

(Reminder: Do stuff related to job ASAP.)

OK, gotta run... I'm getting a call right now from some professors at Brown who apparently want to use my chart above for some major research initiatives. It seems I've uncovered some breakthrough scientific connections between nudity and laziness.

<3

there's a leg on my keyboard

Providence Summer '08 begins in a roasting living room with a leg in my face, making it difficult to type. At least it's a smooth leg.

I decided that I wish I was a blogger. They seem pretty cool, intelligent, witty.... must have free time. I at least have the latter as a recent college grad with no full time job and no solid plans. If other people can blog, why can't I? I do think I'm a little boring, but when I expressed this frustration to Beth, my new/favorite/weirdest/best roommate ever, she sympathized. And so our co-blog was born. Literally in 30 seconds. I didn't know it was so easy!

In fact, it happened so quickly, we decided the title was not even important. Or we both just have writer's block and are lazy. In fact... now that I'm thinking about it, I bet the title will turn out to be the most relevant title possible by the end of the summer. I predict we accomplish very little in the next three months besides grilling on the Astroturf and taking weekend trips to the beach, along with some fro-yo and Honey Moon action. Maybe some man love thrown in. I should figure out my future, but I'll probably be too busy gallivanting around Rhode Island with her. Thinking about the future is for jerks. I would rather enjoy my current view of Beth's shorts around her ankles and the soft hum of the AC.

On that note, I would like to mention that tonight we ate sushi, watched House, found amazing frozen yogurt and began to plot future nights of matched delight (on the list: Spike's, falafel, cheap movies, more fro-yo, lots more, and maybe some boys from Brown.)

(Just kidding Matt.)

So my first day of settling into this new city was successful, and tomorrow brings my first day of the Executive Assistant gig (ooooOOoooOOo) that Bethers helped me land for the summer. Now I'm going to go spoon her and do some pleasure reading.... because I can do that now. I grajuatid. I have time.