wow. updates have been really few and far between these days.
so school is ridiculously busy right now and my life has been reduced to preparing these crazy presentations for speaking engagements and conferences. while cancer research can be rewarding in its own right, what really breaks my heart is that i’ve neglected all of you, my dear sweet snowflakes.
maybe we need relationship counseling. if you loved me you’d go!
so how about a pointless story to get us reaquainted?
ok so i’m sitting at a restaurant last nite waiting to be seated and i overhear two waitresses start in on this conversation about some guy that waitress#1 was sleeping with. so waitress#2 asks, “do you still talk to him on myspace?” to which waitress#1 replied, “hell no! i’ve moved him down to #7 in my top eight and if he doesnt get his shit together, then he’s out of the top eight.”
at this point i almost poked out my own eye.
i had no idea that a person’s “top eight” on myspace held such social and sexual repercussions. in light of this, i have come up with a genius way of avoiding the whole “am i in your top eight?” problem by only having six friends.
ah it’s good to be back in the blogosphere again. welcome me back bitches!
UPDATE: after re-reading this entry, i’m convinced that using the term “top eight” over and over and over is the key to blogging success.
