Because that's what this dumb blog is for.

You know, I found myself going on and on to people today about Twilight (the movie) and realizing that no one cares nearly as much for my opinion as I do. But then I was sitting here Facebooking and realized I can BLOG about my opinions, and you people can read it or NOT read it, it's all the same to me!

So here is what I think about Twilight.

First off, I will admit that I didn't love it. However, after reading the reviews I read before seeing it, I did like it more than I thought I would. My main issue with the film was -- honestly -- Bella. I thought Kristen Stewart really could have gone a LOT more emotional with Bella and done a better job of convincing the audience that Bella really was in love with Edward. Most of the time she seemed like she was trying to keep her feelings to herself, and even when she was confessing her love for Edward, it didn't feel sincere. It just felt... uncomfortable.

Edward, on the other hand, has more wiggle-room because he's not human and he doesn't have human emotions. I think the movie could have done a better job of conveying his side of the story to the audience; at times the only reason I could accept some of his scenes was because I'd read the book and I knew what he was thinking at the time. I know the story is told from Bella's point of view but seriously, there were a TON of moments in the book where Edward shared his thoughts and feelings and opinions with Bella, and none of those things were really touched in the film. The audience was forced to figure out what they thought he might be thinking at certain points, and I didn't like that.

Some of my favorite things about the movie -- and I think Lynne will agree with this -- were the PRICELESS facial expressions. Namely Jasper. Now, I've always loved Jasper, even in the books. But to see him portrayed on screen in such a hilarious yet PERFECT manner, was just... there are no words. When Bella meets him for the first time, and he's got this look on his face like he just might have to go to the bathroom but maybe he's just trying not to laugh, while he's choking out "It's nice to meet you" so as not to inhale Bella's scent... WOW. Priceless. Seriously. I about died laughing... and you know, I think that scene was meant to be funny. If it wasn't, oh well. Doesn't matter, cause it was.

Also, I LOVED Alice. I think she was also portrayed perfectly. I think they should do a movie about Alice and Jasper. Actually the rest of the vamps had such small parts that I didn't really get a chance to know them in the movie, whereas in the book I felt something for each and every one of them by the end. Another part of the movie I think they could have focused on.

All in all, I'd give Twilight a B- and I think that's more than fair. I think this was a good practice run and if they had a chance for a do-over, it would be DAWESOME. I also think what they will learn and have learned from this film will greatly increase the quality of the second one, New Moon which they had better be in the studio working on right now. Oh, what? I didn't love Twilight but I still want more? Damn right. There's not enough mediocrity in the world to break my obsession with the Edward/Bella saga. Keep 'em comin Summit Entertainment, and next time BLOW ME AWAY!!!

Which country should I move to?

I have never paid much attention to the "Which city should you live in?" quizzes I've seen on Myspace and Facebook... but lately, I'm thinking it might be time for a change soon. Especially considering the upcoming election. If things don't start changing FOR THE BETTER in this country, I'm out. Ideally, that is. I've toyed with a few options and so far I've narrowed it down to the following:

• Move to Canada
• Teach English to Japanese students for a year (in Japan)
• Move to the UK, somewhere near London
• Save up some money, get rid of some debt, quit my job in 6 months or so and spend a year traveling (although I don't see how I could afford something like that)

Of these options, the Japan one and the UK one seem most likely. Although I don't know if I'd like living in the UK permanently... might need to at least pay a visit before settling on that one.

Any other ideas?

Sunshine, my baby.

I have no children and have no intention of changing that any time soon. Meanwhile, I've planted a seed (a mini sunflower, as I've mentioned previously) and have been obsessing over it since the first green seedling sprouted up. Here are some of the latest photos.

Seeing the Light...?

"I don't understand how someone could have so little self-awareness."

This quote comes from (of course) my favorite show, The Office and it perfectly fits my situation right now. Although the context of that entire episode doesn't translate, the fact remains that I've been completely unaware of myself and my actions and my words for the past 9 months or so. Up until recently I didn't know how completely bitter I sounded. It's been building up all this time, and it's coming to a head pretty soon, I fear. I only hope none of my friends are nearby when it happens, or anyone else I care about for that matter. Luckily I don't have to worry about hurting my family since they're 1,000 miles away and the chances of running into them in the midst of my breakdown are about a million to one. Yay, lucky me, I never see my family. So... stay back, Orlando friends... I might snap.

I'm not sure if it's a Gemini trait but I find myself so hot & cold about life these days. One minute I'm all happiness & peace & love & light & positive energy, and the next minute I hate everyone & everything, hate all types of music & all types of movies, and pretty much anyone who's happy is my mortal enemy. Right now I feel I'm somewhere in between, but definitely leaning more towards hating everyone. I think my eternal struggle is caused by many things, but mainly I struggle with knowing how I SHOULD be approaching life, while simultaneously facing the REALITY of my situation. What I should be doing and what I'm able to do are two totally different things. This struggle exists for me on physical, mental, emotional and spiritual levels. I'm totally drained all the time as a result of all this.

Yikes. This could turn into a novel of theological speculation... so I'm going to end it now. Just had to let a bit of frustration out.

And while we're on the topic...

You know, I thought I was done with the topic of close friends who get into relationships and neglect all their friends, but apparently I have lots more to say.

Has this ever happened to you:

You have a friend of the opposite sex (or, a friend of the same sex if you're gay/lesbian). You two talk at least once a week regularly, about your jobs, lives, problems, etc. You get to a point where you'd consider this person a close friend. Then suddenly, your friend mentions they've been seeing someone lately and it's new and it's exciting and they're having a good time blah blah blah... and then 2 months later (which is the only other time you're able to reach that person on the phone because they have been M.I.A. for the last 2 months) they're telling you they're in a pretty serious relationship with the aforementioned person. Then after that, you're lucky to hear from that person every 6 months, if at all. Without realizing it you start to harbor feelings of anger towards your friend, for ditching you at the moment someone more "important" came along. You also may start to resent the person who swooped in with his/her magical ways and stole your friend right out from under you. The range of emotions goes on and on.

Every time I consider this scenario which has indeed happened to me more than once, it raises several questions. I am going to attempt to ask and answer these questions (from my perspective).

1. Do you have the right to be upset? I think so, within reason. This person was your friend! As with any friendship, you grow a fondness for someone and become accustomed to their friendship and its routine, whatever that routine may be. For them to just suddenly walk away from that without a second thought, truly makes that person seem like a self-absorbed a-hole. You're a person who feels things... if you didn't get upset, what kind of friendship did you have in the first place?
   
   
2. Would you do the same thing if it were you? Probably. I believe it's human nature to tune out the rest of the world when you're in the beginning of a relationship with someone. That person is all you think about, and all you want to do is be with / talk to that person. Knowing that, there is a certain amount of time you should probably give your friend to soak up all of the new-relationship juice they need. It takes a good 6 months at least. So, give them the benefit of the doubt for 6 months and see what happens.
   
   
3. Was your friend just using you to occupy his/her time? This all depends on the nature of your friendship. If you found yourselves talking about everything from the inane to the thought-provoking, laughing and joking together, hanging out together and having a good time in each others' company, then it was probably a genuine and true "friend" connection that should hopefully stand the test of time. Give them that 6 month window I mentioned, they'll come around. If you found yourselves veering into the naughty realm of conversation after a few drinks or after dark, weeellll.... that's a little tricky. When you get into conversations like that with your friends, it ignites many many dormant thoughts you both may have had and while it's probably okay to entertain them if you're both single, it might be a little inappropriate to keep that up if one of you gets into a relationship with someone else. And the other thing to consider is were you EVER romantically involved with this friend? If so, there's your answer. So again, this one depends on the friendship.
   
   
4. Should you tell your friend how you feel? Now this one is also kind of tricky. Either way, you'll end up feeling the same way whether you do or not... because I guarantee you, your friend will not ease up on spending time with their significant other to be a better friend to you. Now personally, I'm usually a person who keeps her deepest thoughts and feelings inside. Only once have I spoken my mind to someone about this very thing, because I wasn't the only friend who was complaining that he'd dropped off the face of the earth as soon as he got into a relationship. I told my friend how I felt and didn't hear anything from him for at least 1.5 years. I don't regret it saying what I said though, because in that case I knew we (my other friends and I) were right, and he (the friend who walked away) was wrong. I also knew that eventually we'd patch things up. I'd weigh the consequences on this one, because only you know what kind of person your friend is and how he/she would respond.

Not sure why I felt compelled to write this now, but it probably has something to do with the fact that I've lost several of my male friends this year due to relationships, and I'm missing them. But hey... that's life.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH!

WOW.

Am I really about to "say" this "out loud" for people to "hear?" I think I am. I just need to take a deep breath and get it off my chest or it will LITERALLY drive me insane.

Okay here goes...........

Hi, my name is Kim and I'm lonely. There, I said it! The truth has been released. I am admitting it to myself, and to the 3 people who read this blog! I CANNOT believe I just said that. But seriously, this crap is about to make me lose my mind. Why, do you ask? Well, I'll tell you:

1. Every time I turn around, an ex-flame (or just a close male friend) of mine is getting boo'ed up with someone. And no, it's not that I still have feelings for all of my exes, it's just that once I've been with someone it's just hard for me to see them happy if I'm still sitting here twiddling my thumbs waiting for something amazing to happen to ME. And then for the close male friends, it pisses me off because as soon as they commit to someone it's sayonara to all their opposite sex friends, including me.
   
2. About 90% of my friends are married or engaged. With the exception of a couple people, I really am having a hard time trying to count my SINGLE friends. Am I really at that age? The age where my friends are married and having kids? Wow, that's crazy because I was just at work today singing Weak by SWV like it was still 1990. I still remember a lot of my friends as they were when we were teenagers. Guess I'm in a time warp or something.
3. There is nothing to do in this retarded city for single people. If you're not a Disney freak (which I am really not), or a heavy partier (which again, I am really not), you are just screwed socially. And NOT in the good way! (Okay, that may have been a bit too risque for some of my more wholesome readers... sorry.) Aside from theme parks, clubs and restaurants, there is nothing in Orlando worth doing. And there's only so much eating out, drinking and dancing I care to do on a regular basis.
4. I am starting to not care about my appearance at work anymore. It's a vicious cycle. See, the longer I go without meeting someone interesting, the more discouraged I become, and lately when I get dressed in the morning I'll spend the first 20 minutes or so trying to do something with my unruly hair, and then I'll say "why bother, it's not like you're going to meet anyone today." It's true. I have these conversations with myself.
5. The people I am interested in dating......... and yes, they do exist.......... are at least 1,000 miles away from me. That really makes me sad. Do I have to resort to long-distance relationships just to have the kind of person in my life who is WORTHY of receiving all that I have to offer? Maybe. Or maybe it's time for me to get the heck out of O-town. Hmm...

These are some of the many thoughts that have been going through my mind lately. I'm not sure where these thoughts will land me or if I'll come to any decisions based on these thoughts, but right now they're in the process of totally consuming my brain. So yeah, if you have any insights or suggestions feel free to throw them my way. Otherwise, leave me alone and let me wallow in self-pity. Thank you.

Hodgepodge

There are lots of things to discuss. I have been bad with updating this lately.

First off, my grandmother passed away on August 26. I flew home for her funeral and I'm glad I did because being able to say a final goodbye turned out to be a good thing. It was great to see all my family, some of whom I hadn't seen in years. And I am just glad to have had the chance to be a part of her final earthly event... we will miss her, though. She was 90 and lived a full life surrounded by loved ones. But when it's your time, it's your time. Rest in peace, Grandma, and know that we all love and miss you.

Workout update: I am sad to report that my personal trainer is leaving Orlando and thus will no longer be training me. The funny thing is when he told me, I almost started crying. No joke, I had to fight back tears! It was at this moment I realized I am a complete idiot. :-) Now, if only I could get up the nerve to ask him for a picture together before he leaves... because for real, that kind of fine-ness must be preserved for all to enjoy.

Sunshine update: I'm down to just one sunflower seedling. She's steadily growing and I'm keeping a close watch on her. All I can say is, trying to grow mini sunflowers indoors is NOT easy. Keep your fingers crossed!

So, THAT'S how it ends?!

I don't know what to say. After all these years, I have finally had the opportunity to see the entire series of Beverly Hills, 90210 from beginning to end. There's an odd sense of accomplishment that comes with realizing you've wasted countless hours watching what happens with Brandon, Brenda, Kelly, Donna, Dylan, Steve, Andrea and David. Not to mention the people who came later like Valerie, Noah, Matt, Gina, Janet, Jesse, and all of Brandon & Steve's random girlfriends.

Once I reached the last season I got very excited about the finale because I KNEW it would be something spectacular. Sadly though, it wasn't... Donna and David get married with literally 1 episode of planning -- actually not even a full episode. At the beginning of the finale they were planning, and by the end they had this incredibly lavish affair complete with ERIC BENET and TAMIA as musical guests at the reception. Come on, not even David Silver has that kind of pull in Hollywood! I could go on and ON about the many outlandish things the writers of this show expected us to believe. Suspension of disbelief is one thing, but complete and utter disregard for your viewers' common sense is another.

So, off the top of my head I'm going to give you my most memorable "you've got to be kidding" 90210 moments. In no particular order. Ready? Okay!

1. Kelly's nose job. In the pilot Kelly tells Steve and her girlfriends that she got a nose job over the summer. If she were really going to go for it, she might have chosen an even less prominent nose, don't you think? You can't expect us to believe that. Are you KIDDING me?!
2. Brenda's instant success in London. Okay, so we all know Shannen Doherty left the show due to some irreconcilable differences with her cast mates or whatever. But don't you think the writers could have done a better job of writing her off in a way that was believable? Seriously, she goes to London for ONE SUMMER to study theatre and becomes so successful that she NEVER COMES BACK HOME, not even for Donna and David's wedding? Not to mention the fact that if it were that easy to make it in theatre then why the heck am I sitting here in FL writing this blog!! Broadway, here I come! Are you KIDDING me!!!
3. Donna's website launch. Now... this one hits close to home for me since I work in web design full-time. I could very easily include Donna's boutique success on here too (come on, she had one short-lived stint as a kids' clothing designer and suddenly she's Betsey Johnson?), but I decided her website success was even MORE of a slap in the face from the writers. What the heck kind of unknown fashion designer do you know that launches their website at 8pm on a WEEKEND with nothing but a LAUNCH PARTY at a NIGHT CLUB to market it, and within less than a week their online orders are skyrocketing?! Are you KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!
4. Brenda's fake French accent when she was dating Dean Cain's character. Enough said.
5. David's "hip hop" record deal. Okay, you might be Jewish but you're no Matisyahu for goodness sake! It's not that you don't have rhythm, but it might be a bit more convincing if you didn't sound like a slightly hipper version of Vanilla Ice meets Woody Allen. Are you.... kidding me!!
   
6. Dylan and his refusal to be happy, no matter what. Can you take a minute, breathe, and enjoy the world around you for just a second? Man, you have got to be the most unhappy person on a show I've ever seen! I refuse to believe that kind of attitude is real. Are you kidding me?
7. No one caught an STD. You'd think with all that sleeping around and sharing each other's love juices, SOMEBODY would have caught SOMETHING. I mean Valerie came close with the whole HIV scare, but she came out clean and then left the show soon after. But come on, it was the 90's, people were catching STD's all over the place! What, the precious, spoiled, over-privileged kids of 90210 were immune? Especially Steve. I think not! Are you kidding me????
8. Kelly's mother was a supermodel in her teens. Yeah... okay... whatever Jackie. And I'm Tina friggin' Turner.
9. These kids were young enough to be in high school. No matter how you dress them or how you make them talk, they are still TWENTY FIVE.
10. It's possible to be madly in love with someone, break up with them, and fall madly in love with someone else over the course of a few months. These were the lovin'est people I have ever seen. Especially Donna. She was ready to give her heart to every Tom Dick and Harry that came her way. Of course, that's about ALL she was willing to give them... until she and David sealed the deal on graduation night of course. Then after David, she was in love with Noah in like a week, and then David again, then Noah, then David. Seriously? Are you KIDDING me?

I could really go on... but I won't. And don't think my list makes me any less of a fan of the show. I watched it because it was AMAZING television. All the best friends and betrayal, the love, the hate, the drug addictions, the bottomless pockets of all the characters, the lies, the deceit... it's what made the show great. I can't wait to see what the future holds on the "new" version of 90210. Hope the new writers are just as cruel to us now as the originals!

Things we think, but don't say.

Sometimes I get so angry with myself for not speaking my mind. And I'm sure I've made others angry with me for not speaking my mind. I don't know what it is, but I remember when I was a little girl my mother told me to think before I speak/act. Perhaps I took that advice too literally, because there are times when I can have an entire conversation in my head, decide it wouldn't be a good idea to have that conversation in real life, and then I just say nothing.

Is that healthy? Probably not. Does it drive me crazy? All the time. My mind is constantly racing and maybe that's because it's so busy thinking about all the things I'm not sure I want to say! That could be the real reason I can't sleep at night. Like right now, it's almost midnight and I'm totally exhausted. Yet here I sit, wide awake, waiting for sleep to come and deciding to blog instead. Where is the logic in that?

Recently I took a little trip. I had a really nice time. Did lots of fun things. But there were so many things I DIDN'T do because I'm too much of a chicken to say what's on my mind! Seriously, this has got to stop. Y'all wouldn't be mad if I decided to start speaking up more, right? I hope not, because I feel a new age coming. An age of speaking one's mind. Of brutal honesty. Of not being afraid to take risks.

So look out, world! Cause "Dear, Sweet, Adorable, Chocolate-Covered Kimmy" is getting what she wants!

And you know what? Don't call me Kimmy!

Always a bridesmaid -- sounds good to me!

A lot of single women my age might not agree with me on this. Maybe I'm strange. But yesterday my cousin called me to ask if I'd be a bridesmaid and I am PUMPED about it!

She's getting married in November and as soon as she told me about the bridesmaid dress & how I could go to David's Bridal to try it on, all the excitement began to rush over me. Yay, a wedding! I love weddings. I mean yes, at first it was getting to be a bit much after having been in/to a few of my best friends' weddings..... but I'm over that. My girls are happy with their hubbies and I am happy for them! I consider their husbands a new addition to my family or friends list so it's all good! As long as he treats her right, that's all that matters to me.

So today I went to David's and tried on the dress - it was gorgeous! People may complain about having to buy "yet another dress I'll never wear again" but think about it this way: what other occasion would give me an excuse to wear a fancy dress that touches the floor, and fancy shoes and sparkly accessories and get a fancy hairdo? Nothing, that's what! So I'll say it again -- I LOVE WEDDINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Okay... maybe that was a bit too much excitement right there, LOL).

Aside from the getting gussied up aspect, it's also quite an honor to stand there with the bride and be a part of the day she will remember for the rest of her life. So for those of you ladies out there who are dreading your next bridesmaid duty, I say SUCK IT UP! It's a celebration, so enjoy yourself!

I know I will.

Planting seeds & watching them grow...

Many of you don't know this, but I have a secret: much due to the success of my cousin's vegetable garden, I am now in love with the idea of having a garden of my own. Problem is, living in an apartment with no balcony doesn't really allow for much outdoor stimulation. (Note: I chose this apartment because I am also terrified of insects and wanted to avoid them at all costs! So... I do realize the paradox here... trust me.) Nonetheless, I long to have a house with a garden where I can plant all types of flowers and veggies and green plants and then watch them flourish into my own beautiful and lush personal paradise.

Alas, that dream won't be a reality for a while -- namely until I decide exactly where I want to settle down -- but in the meantime I have decided I am going to start an indoor garden. These photos represent my very first attempt at growing something from scratch. Behold, my baby sunflower!! Isn't she the cutest thing you've ever seen?! I think I'll name her Sunshine. :-)

Here's a picture of her from another angle. You can also see that she has a little sister or brother growing in right beside her. Any thoughts on what I should name him?

The instructions told me to plant 5 seeds so does that mean I will have 5 mini sunflowers? That would be DAWESOME (or "awesome" for you non-Office fans)!

Anyway, I will keep you posted as my little Sunshine continues to grow... I am just so happy to see this much progress in just a week.... it makes me so proud... *sniff sniff*

So stay tuned for updates. Thanks for reading!

Omar was right.

I am very angry with him today, just like he predicted I'd be. My thighs feel like they've been beaten to a pulp with a meat tenderizer. You know those mallet-looking things that have the little spikes on the sides? Yes, that's what my thigh muscles feel like right now.

I keep telling myself this is for my health.

Kim.............this is for your health.

One, two, three, four -- stop it, I can't take no more!

Okay, so I really should not be complaining about this but I can't help it. I recently signed on with a personal trainer at the gym I just joined. (Sidebar: For the past 4 years I have floundered around the same weight, and while I have lost about 20ish pounds since I started actually trying to lose weight, it's not good enough for me. I finally admitted to myself that I need someone to push me so I work harder, hence the personal trainer. Did I mention he is fine? Oh, well... yeah. He is.)

Sooo, back to the story. Tonight was my first "real" session with the trainer. Let's call him Omar. At our last session he was just trying to assess where I am physically (which I can confidently say is NOT very advanced), and today he actually had me do some exercises. Here is a brief recount of our initial conversation (Lynne was witness to this so she can back me up):

Omar (still with another client because I'm early): Hey, Kim, whassup?
Me: Heeeeeey!
Omar (looking at clock): Well while you're waiting for me, I'm gonna have you go get on the elliptical and warm up. I want you to be glistening for me when you're done.
Me: Glistening?! (giddy girlish laughter) Okay, for how long?
Omar (looking at clock again): Until I come get you, around 6:30.
Me: Okaaaaay!
Omar: You did it again, Kim. You did it again. (referring to me rolling my eyes which is something he pointed out at our last session, something I don't even realize I am doing)
Me: I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was doing it! Sorry! (more girlish giggling)
Lynne looks at me and is amused by this exchange, and we go up to the cardio area.

So fast-forward to the workout. Omar has decided today we'll work on my legs. Which means, 15 reps of step-ups, 15 reps of squats, and 30 seconds of wall squatting. 2 sets each. After the first set I thought my legs were going to spontaneously combust, they were so on fire. So I'm standing there two-stepping back & forth trying to get some of the tightness and hotness out of my thighs, and here is the conversation:

Omar: Do you have to go to the bathroom or something?
Me: No, I'm trying to get some of the tightness out of my legs. They hurt so bad!
Omar: Are they really tight? (he is visibly concerned)
Me: They're tight but it's not like I'm going to start cramping or anything.
Omar: Okay, then let's go! Next set! Come on!
I groan in agony and power through the second set of step-ups.

After that's done, we move into the second set of squats. I am almost ready to cry but I'm a soldier; I can handle a little pain. It is at this point I realize how hard-core Omar is. If I didn't squat down enough, he'd bark, "Lower! Go lower next time!" or "That one didn't count, do it again!" I'm thinking to myself, Oh God... what have I gotten myself into?

Overall, my thighs still feel like mush and they're already aching even though I spent a good 30 minutes soaking when I got home. I can use this blog to complain if I need to but I'm glad I'm doing this. I feel like it's one step closer to the me I want to be in a year's time. I really want to get serious about my health & nutrition; Omar is definitely going to help me get there.

So wish me luck everybody! And if you're sitting around on a Wednesday night at 6:30 and you think of me, be sure to send out some healing and positive vibes, because I need all the help I can get!

Once more, with feeling...

There is something glorious about your first real non-Myspace blog post. It's as if you've been given license to share with the world (literally) any and every thing on your mind at that very moment. Which is what I intend to do with this post. So, sit back, relax and enjoy Kim's Random Thoughts of the Day:

1. It is really humid outside. My hair turned into a frizz ball just walking to my car tonight.
2. My personal trainer is one good-lookin' man.
3. I am taking a trip soon and I am very excited about it!
4. Why do people from NY always move to FL?
5. How did J and N find Lynne?
6. My great-great grandparents had thirteen children. That's a lot of baby-makin' right there.
7. Freelance work is keeping me busier than I'd planned, but I like it.
8. This gum I'm chewing has lost its flavor. I want to spit it out.
9. My new word for angry is MODERATING. As in, "I'm MODERATING right now." (That was for the DPI folks)
10. Okay, one more from the vault: "If you laid on the ground covered in cake frosting I wonder how long it would take for ants to come?"

That was pretty lame. But whatever, I'm exhausted so you get what you get. Until next time...

In the beginning...

I just started this blog because my friend Lynne started one and I refuse to be left out of this kind of party. Public broadcasting of your innermost thoughts and feelings? What?? Bring it ON! Count me IN! Count ME in! COUNT me in! (Lynne, that was for you.)

Life is so interesting. I try very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very hard to be a good person. Really, I do. But you know... there are some people in this world who make it SO DIFFICULT to be good! And I'm not just talking about the a-holes here. I'm talking about people who are so good, they're bad for you. IfyaknowwhatImean. And I think you do. (More on that later).

Okay... I gotta go because I actually have some work to do. Challah back!!