Here is the actual playlist from yesterday’s post. Note that our dear author ultimately dubbed it (pun intended) “Mixtape: ‘I Want It That Way,’ ‘Is This It?’ and 18 Other Unclear Songs.” Which I think was wise.
Also wise? This comment, re 14. “Drop It Like It’s Hot,” Snoop Dogg. “There’s a number of things ‘it’ could refer to in this song: I refuse to believe any of them but poop.”
photo credit: Camila Braga
I recently got off the phone with a good friend who mentioned that her plans for starting out 2010 in as beneficial a position as possible included a bikini wax. You know, so things are “less of a jungle.” (Her words, not mine.)
Now, while I shall refrain from divulging any particular aspects of YUD’s grooming regimen for fear of scaring off my last reader, I will say that a new year is a lovely time to—um—start fresh. And whether that means giving up the ghost on certain no-longer viable plans or bad behaviors, or opening yourself up to new possibilities you might never have thought of, or just being positive about shit for once, it’s a good thing.
photo credit: Pieter Musterd
Today, as I sat down upon the wooden folding 5- or 6- or maybe 7-year-old Ikea chair that I use at my makeshift home office desk, I heard an ominous noise. Something like a crack, or a creak, and I felt the telltale shifting of wood beneath my buttocks that could mean no good.
I am hoping that this breakdown is the result of use and not some enormous weight gain that has come with my unemployment lifestyle. ‘Cause the moment you start breaking chairs with your own body weight … well, let’s just say it’s a slippery slope, and I’m not sure how many job opportunities other than heavyweight wrestler and mafia goon are available in that category.
