I am in the middle of creating my The Biggest Loser application video. (Yes, again.) After watching it last night I came to the conclusion that I am 472 lbs overweight and will no longer go through the hassle of putting together cute outfits; instead I have reverted to throwing on those pieces of clothing nearest the bed. Lest you think I'm joking, I must tell you I am wearing grey stretch pants under a brown skirt today. I swear this is the truth. I am also thinking of making sweatshirts office-proper attire. Ok, not really.
I have absolutely no money. No, wait, I have 65 cents. (I also have a 5 dollar bill I got from my Grandma for my birthday, but that is to pay for gas to get me home from the office tonight. And maybe back here tomorrow morning.) Payday is on Monday, thank heavens. But all of that check is going toward bills. Oh yay.
On Tuesday I walked in to the break room here at the office to grab my birthday cake out of the fridge and MyBoyfriendMike was in there emptying a garbage can. Uhhhh... I don't initiate conversations, like, EVER. Sounding a lot more confidant than I was I proclaimed, "Hey! How's it going?" He said, "Hey, I'm good, you?" I said "Good." then grabbed the cake and said, "If you are in the mood for cake come into my office." (Hahaha) He said, "Oh, is it someone's birthday?" I said, "Yeah, mine actually." He said, "Oh, well happy birthday!" I said "Thanks" and walked into my office. I told Irma and she was laughing because I was absolutely shaking. I present this to the jury Exhibit A for why I am not social. It freaks the absolute heck out of me.
Yesterday Mike was walking past the office and I glanced up. He passed by then immediately came back and popped his head around my door frame. He said, "Hey, how was the birthday?" I said, "Good, thanks." He said, "Good." and winked and walked away.
...we're pretty sure he's married. Irma's going to work on finding out specifically from him sometime soon. We've been coming up with dorky ways to ask him. "So Mike...is that a new shirt? Did your wife buy it?" Hahaha.
New episodes of Ham on the Street begin August 1st and I am so super dang excited. George Duran had better not declare to some weekly magazine that he too is gay, or my celebrity love life will be shot.
George has a new blog and encourages his viewers to write him and ask a question. It is supposed to be about the show and all that, but I couldn't think of anything I wanted to know about the show. I've written him 3 questions so far. Apparently I'm trying to freak out his producers.
Speaking of my celebrity love life, how wonderful was Benji last night on So You Think You Can Dance? Hello! Yeah, when he wins and moves to Las Vegas (because that is the prize--living in Vegas and performing with Celine Dion) I will set Operation Stalk Benji into action. As a good little singles-ward-going RM it won't be too difficult. I voted 1,147 times for him last night. I had Elizabeth's house phone as well as my cell phone going for two straight hours. My fingers hurt afterward.
Deborah and me at Chili's on our way home from L.A. last month.
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