gina is content

Oh, Internets. I have been working so hard. Hard like . . . a person with credit card debt in an understaffed cheese store. I'm actually off work today and it has been wonderful. Not to mention productive! In addition to increasing the size 10 butt-shaped dent in my favorite spot on the couch, I got my iPod replaced by a Genius, did some laundry, played the word "borzoi" for 58 points in Scrabulous, and ate half a bag of Cheeky Monkey Tomato Garlic Dipping Oil, which I'm considering having pumped into my body constantly via IV drip (the bag looks eerily suited for that, actually). And it's still almost an hour until America's Next Top Model comes on! 

sigh

Scene: This afternoon, towards the end of my hour-long walk around the still very new to me 'hood with my roommate's pit bull, approaching a cute guy walking a cute Boston Terrier.

Cute Guy Walking Cute Boston Terrier: Is he friendly?
Me: Yeah she's really friendly! Um but I mean not necessarily with dogs...
CGWCBT: Oh, nevermind then.

Alas, it appears my dreams of finding everlasting love via my roommate's dog are already dashed. At least she'll be a good bodyguard.

In other news, it is currently 9:52 p.m., the first time I've thought about cigarettes all day, and almost two weeks since I last had one. I am going to go ahead and give myself a nice pat on the back.

breaking!!!

God I miss Midwestern local news. [via Dooce]

In other equally important news, I had one of the best burgers in the history of burgers for lunch yesterday. You should be jealous. And then go to Prune. Preferably with me.

i think i just bought myself at least a few more months of not having to shave my legs

I used to have insomnia. Reeeeal bad insomnia. It pretty much went away after a hearty course of benzodiazepines and learning that the world will indeed go on if I haven't gotten my eight and a half hours. Of course, once in a while I can't sleep to save my life, and now I like it. What better excuse is there to scour Ebay for hours and decide I need to own a bunch of brass Victorian pendants shaped like bats and bugs (for my future career as a jewelry designer, of course), and discovering I've been seriously missing out on this particular Jezebel feature, Crap Email From a Dude, and making up for it by reading the whole mind-blowing catalog. If you have better things to do, at least just read this extra-sparkly gem. If not, you're welcome.

UPDATE: Whooooooo boy, this one might be even better. Bless.

so right

lolcats + schadenfreude = FAIL

Now I'm not so sad it's raining all day.

[via this guy's Tumblr blog thing I just learned all about on the Gawker]