Last night I handed in my assignment. I'm becoming such a newby economics nerd that I contemplated staying up late to work out a graph to reveal the perfect equilibrium between work hours and work quantity. All this from a couple of comments left on my last post. Don't worry. I scrapped that idea. I think I might be starting to sound like one of those 18 year old psychology majors who try to analyze all their friends in a drunken stupor while simultaneously analyzing the reasons why they need constant validation from their parents and peers.

(I don't need constant validation from my parents or peers. The above was a reference to all the idiots I used to serve during my bar working/drink pushing days. However, the fact that I felt the need to tell this to you might be an indication of the opposite.)

I'm writing this during my lunch break at work and a co-worker of mine has just asked me if I've heard the new Donny Osmond song. I think I'm insulted that she would think I listen to such music as well as the fact that she would assume I know who the hell Donny Osmond is in the first place - other than some vague parental pop culture smiley face.
I must be quite an interesting looking person. I can be ID'd for alcohol one week while being a 40 year old Donny Osmand fan in another. I am spanning at least 20 years here. It's fitting then, that I'm pretty much smack dab in the middle (31).
I wonder who will be Franklin's "vague parental smiley face". Tom Cruise? Usher? Josh Grobin? The possibilties are endless.

I find it funny that I need to mention that I am writing this during my lunch break. This way, no one can accuse me of "blogging at work". So many blogs I read forget that little disclaimer altogether. I'm sure many of us blog during our breaks, smoking just isn't cool anymore. However, only I seem to have the need to mention that I'm a NON WORK BLOGGER.

Personally, I'm scared shitless of "blogging at work". I've actually never done it "on work time". Really. Never. Check my computer. Seriously. Do it.

I'll be blogging on moveable type soon. I've noticed that the entries are not only dated, but time recorded as well. Now you will all believe me when I say I don't sleep. Seriously, I don't sleep. Blogging at 3 am has become a norm. My skin is proof. However, at least it isn't during work.

People are so strange about blogging. I've found that for some, it's almost as if they find out that I'm a stripper in my spare time. I suppose, I am in a way. I'm stripping my emotions for all to see. I'm an exotic language dancer, dancing for money… no wait… dancing for free, I actually pay to dance for about $30.00 a year.
I'm taking off each article of my life slowly and torturously - to the tune of whatever you have going on wherever you are at this moment. Right now, I'm stripping to a photocopier machine and a co-worker clearing her throat.

Sexy.

However, the only difference is between me and a stripper is that I know of only one person who is probably getting off while reading this.