I’m being lazy again with my oh so witty posts. But look, woo hooo it’s Friday! (Does this get a tad repetitive? I love me some Fridays, what can I say?)
• This week I met someone who knows Stephenie Meyer. Decide for yourself what is meant by ‘knows’, but she did say ‘she’s such a down to Earth person’ if that helps you any. And apparently she’s thrilled to learn that the UK can’t get enough of her books, since this girl seems to give her a running tally of how many people she’s seen reading them on the bus that week. I came very close to an extremely awkward moment, but somehow managed to save myself at the last minute. It’s not my fault, she set me up with a ‘She’d never written a book before and she wrote Twilight in three months’, to which my mouth was open, my tongue was forming ‘yeah, you can tell’, when I paused. Thank goodness, because she followed that up with the gushy down to Earth bit and how amazing the books are. I forget that not everyone out there takes the piss out of the books as much as I do. (Hey, I can say it, I read the damn things. And I did say they got better as they went along. But you have to admit, there’s some HORRIBLE writing going on in that first one.)
• Last week I got slightly addicted to internet shopping. I’ve shopped online before, but not for clothes, because with me that’s just asking for trouble. But I needed stuff and the thought of going shopping in London makes me ill. I have learned my lesson the hard way. I figured if it didn’t fit it could go back. The first stuff arrived the next day, but the rest didn’t show up until this week. That’s fine, I wasn’t in dire need of it, and you know, it was quite nice actually, because I had forgotten what I’d ordered. Opening the packages was a little like my own personal Christmas Day. ‘Did I buy this? I guess so.’ And everything fits, yay, rejoice. Although I would have been happier had they not sent me an email about their sale which showed everything I bought last week is now way cheaper. Grr.
• Joaquin Phoenix, faking or melt down? I’m going with faking, but that’s only because I love him so and the idea of him wandering around like Grizzly Adams on purpose is so much easier to take than if he’s having mental issues.
• Today is clean out day in my office, and we are having pizza and cake. I know, terrible isn’t it?