MIMOSAS FOR ONE

We are back a(gain) so tell a (friend) its chromee (its chromee) its chromee (oOoOo) until the (end) until the (end) you and i, baby we go side by side. me and you, tell me what we're gonna do (2x) no matter what i came here to do no matter what you came here to say we really aint got nowhere to go cuz your my tenderoni (2x) you and i, baby we go side by side. me and you, tell me what we're gonna do (2x) fo sho if i tell you how do my dancin' baby never let me get in those pants (2x) cuz your my tenderoni (4x) cant fight the feeling, wont get shut down, she let me slide enough. cant fight the feeling, wont get shut down, she'll always be my.. t-t-tenderoni no matter what i came here to do no matter what you came here to say we really aint got nowhere to go cuz your my tenderoni you and i, baby we go side by side me and you, tell me what we're gonna do tenderoni ~chromeo \ (ps. make yours @ beastieboys.com)

I dislike going to santana row. let's just start with that. going there makes me feel anxious. for whatever reason, it's the place like to see and be seen at in san jose. at the krux of my anxiety about the place is the parking. for starters, there isn't any. you drive around, and around, and around for way longer than you should to find a parking spot in the joint. you start to get desperate, and you follow people to their cars, and you get into fights with total strangers. it's all very irritating. case in point: I had made appointments at LeVande Nail spa for a group of my friends. our appointment was at 2:30 and we got to santana row at least 25 minutes in advance. 20 minutes later, thoroughly annoyed, we were still looking for a place to park. with time running out before the appointment, we finally come upon a parking spot. of course we spot it at the same time as another driver. delirum and fear of missing our appointment made me make the cutthoat decision of tak

8am- wake up and drag myself to the shower 830am- so fresh and so clean clean. i power up the laptop for morning email check and discover like everything else today (and for the last few weeks), the internets are filled with michael jackson stories, photos, rememberances. today is the memorial. i don't set the dvr. i will later regret this decision 915am- leave for work with kashi protein bar in hand. bumping lady gaga on my way to work while macking and snacking the kashi. i wonder, will her pop domination continue or will she fizzle out and fade away? 945ish- arrive at work. notice there are bagels in the kitchen. yessssssss. make a quick stop at my desk to power up the 'puter, and say "mornin'!" to the new boss, then it's back to the kitchen to procure a bagel before the vultures start to circle. 10am- bring up playlist.com and summer jammzz to make the day go by... work, work, work, blah, blah, blah 130pm- lunch break! i'm broke bitches! time to make m