Why is it when I meet someone and we laugh and have a fun time and enjoy each other's company and we seem to dig each other which is odd, because I rarely dig anyone but for whatever reason, I seem to dig this guy...why is it that my brain kicks in and starts over-analyzing EVERY little thing to the point that I am actually cataloguing a pro and con list, thus ensuring that I will ruin a relationship before there is even a relationship to ruin?

Oh yeah...cause I'm fucked up.

Mary Mo, the kickass graphics designer I work with and some days, the ONLY reason work is bearable, told me last week that if I were to ever get married, I would be a Bridezilla. I don't think this is true, but it tickled me enough to change my buddy icon and instant message my friends and say, "RAAR!"

This weekend I went and saw the Brangelina flick. It's a fun little summer romp with a lame ass ending but really, does it matter? It's Brangelina for Christ's sake. Also, it got me out of the sizzling heat and into a cool, darkened theater.

Speaking of heat, I heard something truly disturbing on the morning weather report today. The perky blonde newscaster was going over the seven-day forecast and uttered these words: "It will cool off to 103 by the weekend."

Cool off? COOL OFF!? 103!!! COOL OFF!

Who is this bitch trying to fool?