I'm feeling disgruntled for like the millionth time this year-and I had high hopes for 2006, too. No need for details (though I will say that I hadn't expected to spend time assembling bridal shower favors at work today. I wouldn't even do that shit for my friends. I did likely get pegged as the office weirdo when I commented that I'd never been to a wedding shower before. I haven't. I wish I could remember the exact word used-I'd slammed four glasses of white wine-progressive? Radical? "so, your friends are insert-word-similar-to-progressive-here?" Uh, no, they're single. Maybe you've heard of this rare condition. I guess my sister's getting married, but I doubt she's having a shower, I'll have to ask) because blogging while bitter is about as attractive as drunk dialing.
A couple days ago I got freaked out by the disturbing derriere staring at me while trying to log into my Yahoo mail. There are a butt-load of ass banner ads lately, no biggie, but the copy drew me in because it's just plain odd. 3.5"? Whose height is 3.5"? The cellulite? Jane Doe? I totally don't get it. But heck, "full-size" models use it, so it must be good stuff.