"I'll marry when everyone can marry," declared Brad Pitt this week. Am I the only cynic out there that thinks that rather than being a moving voice of solidarity for same-sex marriage, this sounds gratingly like a commitment phobic divorced man?
I guess in this day and age even prenups aren't good enough anymore to get a man to the altar. Instead, women will have to alter the course of western civilization first. I say that because in all honesty I doubt it will be men who will be out there stumping for the cause so that they can finally marry their woman.
If she puts up with this load of horse pucky, Angelina deserves her man. Married or not.
While lying in bed early this morning and listening to the news on the clock radio, I had this great idea for a blog entry. I wrote a good deal of it in my head as I lay there and when the radio went off, I promptly fell back to sleep.
Obviously I lost my beautifully well-thoughtout piece when I reentered dreamland and started dreaming about being a professional synchronized swimmer. I wish I could remember my original blog entry so you wouldn't be forced to hear about my synchronized swimming career.
I'll spare you anyway.
I feel like I'm back in college.
I work around people who have worked in the marketing department of my company, for, well...FOR -EV- ER. They also have the coolest corporate chatchki's laying about their cubicles, just ripe for the picking. Why do I only have the urge to break commandment #8 on the list of the 10 commandments when it's a stupid corporate button that says "I Love Jaz" or an old Pets.com sock puppet?
Everyone else's dorm room (read: cubicle) has so much cooler decorating stuff than mine. They have signed memorabilia from the short time that Boomer Esiason was a company spokesperson and I'm relegated to displaying an ugly travel mug of a product we scrapped 9 months after launching.
Will I ever be cool enough to warrant having the groovy chatchki's? Answer me, dammit....
Do I really want to create and give Microsoft Presentations for a living? And travel? And work in a truly hip downtown office?
Showtime is this afternoon at 5:15 pm. Wish me luck...
My sister, her husband and my 5 year-old niece have been vacationing in Cabo San Lucas this week and unfortunately were unable to evacuate ahead of Hurricane John that is spinning towards them as I write this.
Please, dear God, keep them safe and help Nicole not to be afraid. Oh, and I guess thanks are in order that I work for a big, bad company that wouldn't allow me to take vacation so I'm not there with them...
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