- I am majorly addicted to a retarded game on my Blackberry called BrickBreaker. Like seriously. I'm embarrassing myself on the train.
- I can be totally satisfied with a box of lemon tea cookies and an $8 bottle of wine for dinner. More than satisfied. It's kind of my favorite meal of all time (at the moment).
- I am more interested in design and home decorating mags than fashion-y ones right now.
- If I don't have plans on a Friday night and I get to hit the hay before 11, it's kinda dreamy.
I mean, this isn't the picture of my EVERY Friday night...but I have to say, it was actually pretty awesome. No one called, no one e-mailed or texted or harshed my buzz with a Facebook friend request. And I luxuriated in the indulgent, time wasting activities that ate up my evening....all the while increasing my knowledge of African textile trends, waxing poetic on the religious pairing I created with tea cookies and red wine (over and over) and getting to level 13 on BrickBreaker. Level 13, bitches!
OK. I'm scared. I admit it. I enjoyed this evening a little too much and I fear I will be tempted to replicate some semblance of it when I should be dolling myself up for a night on the town, honing my craft of the small talk and hair flirting and putting that "women are more attractive while ovulating" theory to the test - you know, regular dating detective duties.
Fuck it. It's one night. A gal needs a break from that nonsense to concentrate on more important things in her life. Like getting to level 14....I gotta go. Pray for me. I might need a BrickBreaker intervention if I keep this up. I can't get enough of that shit!
3 comments:
Um, I think it is Brickbreaker and I am a user myself. I kill time with it every time someone is late for an appointment and I have already answered all my emails. People are always late so I have gotten pretty good. My high score is 9355.
You are starting to sound like an old lady like me. Scott and I spend our Friday nights watching both FNL and Supernanny.
It IS BrickBreaker. shit. I didn't even check that before posting. that's what i get for drunk posting.
Better a Brickbreaker than a ball buster, huh? Sounds like your own special version of SAD.
Don't worry too much, just let it flow. Eventually you will reach the Brickbreaking Bottom and give the whole thing up. And when you do, it is likely that the Daystar will be shining, a handsome architect will move in next door, and your legs will just carry you round Central Park. Spring is coming.
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