What's that...? I let five days pass without updating you? You're right, I did.
::pause:: What are you gonna do about it, punk? Ahem. By which I mean, terribly sorry for letting five days go by instead of the usual three. I meant to update you and all but, you know,
I've started getting under your spell again and maaaaan...! I mean, granted, I'm just dancing at home and "rocking out" (bwah!) but no matter, it's still intoxicating, fun and empowering as all get-out. And amazing exercise, to boot. ::pumps fist:: Also, I must confess that, thirteen years later[!], I still know the choreography to Baby One More Time. YEAH. (Geddit? Baby One More Time, "I must confess"? Snerrrrrk.) "My loneliness is killing me (...and I), I must confess, I still believe (...still believe!), when I'm not with you I lose my mind [...]" (I still maintain that, love Britney or not, BOMT is one of the most brilliant and best pop songs of
Dear Hamburger at The Merrywell,
I wanna eat you, like, yesterday. ::drool:: I've been hankering to devour you for a few weeks now; thing is, I've never tried you but the reviews and pictures don't lie! Everyone and their grandma is raving about you. Methinks Friday after work might be a perfect opportunity for Yogi and me to haul ass over to you and sink our teeth into your scrumptious, burgery self. OM NOM NOM NOM!
The other day I ordered two kickass dresses and one skirt from your full-of-pretty-things self, and I really hope they fit well and I don't have to return them because, well, I'd be pretty much screwed in that case seeing as I wouldn't have enough time to return the dresses and get them sent back by the time we leave for Europe. (Ugh, that sentence was way long. And way boring. Sorry, y'all.) Fingers crossed, fingers crossed! All going well, I'll show them off on the blog in due time.