Open your heart and let the rap shine in.

[raybear]

This morning my co-worker and I engaged in a little tradition. She likes to keep her personal life away from her work environment, which doesn't mean we don't ever share things with each other, it's more that she doesn't let things leak out while sitting at her desk. If I ask her out for lunch or if we are visiting in one of our homes, she's willing to share. But since we've been working together for nearly 5 years (half of it full-time), we've developed this routine where we speak in bizarre metaphors about our life that get taken too far. She talked about "the storm" arriving and passing and that they seemed to survive. The storm didn't so much represent her new girlfriend's daughter literally, but more the fallout from interactions with the daughter. I discussed my life in the context of shoes, and the other shoe dropping very much after the fact, and she asked if the shoes still fit and I went on about whether they were Payless or high quality. Halfway into the conversation I really started thinking literally about my own shoes and how I needed new ones.

I want new clothes, too. I feel I need a large overhaul in several segments of my wardrobe, including socks, undershirts, dress shirts, sweaters, and underwear. I'm doing okay on pants. Shorts are still a problem, but the weather will solve that problem soon enough. When I shop for clothes, I prefer to shop in volume. I like buying everything at once, which is hard on the checking account balance for the month, but then I avoid buying much anything else for 7-8 months. Alternatively, I will go to a thrift store and buy 20 bucks worth of clothes, which usually gets me a huge bag. Even if I take them home and end up only wearing half of them consistently, it satisfies my wardrobe shopping needs, though it doesn't quite fit into my new method of not owning extraneous items.

This weekend is all about cleaning out my closet. Like Eminem. Or Shana. Also hanging curtains (it only took us one whole year) and possibly un-installing the air conditioner units. But maybe I can convince limenal to drive me out for some outlet shopping one afternoon since Friday is payday.

Before I go, some random pop culture commentary:


- I don't care what Chris says, Justin should NOT win the American Idol competition. He scares me. Wait, maybe he should win, so Kelly can go have her own non-Fox television career.

- Tamron Hall is my new obsession. Michelle Leigh is a fascination too -- I seriously thinking about coming downtown early one morning and stalking her in the Fox plaza. I guess if I should do that before it turns cold. Yes, every morning I ignore Katie Couric and Matt Lauer and all those other "national" morning shows so I can watch the cheeky trashy local equivalent.

- Last night, Jeanne Tripplehorn won my award for best celebrity cameo EVER when she made an appearance in the Jeepers Creepers Semi-Star sketch from Mr. Show (viewing courtesy of vfc). I nearly fell off the couch. I didn't believe it and had to wait until I saw her name on the credits to verify the information.

- After making my way through two and a half seasons, I've discovered the DVDs for Sex & the City sucks. First, you can't skip to different scenes within an episode. This makes it difficult if you want to go back and find one particular joke. It also sucks when you accidentally hit the "Next" button on the controller and the episode stars all the way over and I have to manually fast-forward to halfway through the episode. Secondly, the audio commentary was boring. I don't need the commentator to just narrate what's going on in the scene -- I just watched the freaking episode! I do like when they talk about camera shots and framework, however it's still not worth my time. Rent, don't buy the sets.

- In other SATC news, why do all the episodes in season three apply to my life?