TGIFriday. Finally.

I can hardly string two words together to make a sentence. And if I do finish a coherent sentence, I invariably yawn afterwards. Thank goodness it is Friday.

Finals (or midterms if you are on an island in the West Indies), are mostly over. Thank goodness. My office job is almost over, thank goodness. I can go to bed in 16 hours. Thank goodness. And I'm taking a week's break to be in Chile. There is a blog for that trip if you are REALLY bored (Srav?) if you wanna read it. Thank goodness I will be so sleep deprived I can sleep on the red-eye flights.

There will be no transitions in this blog posting. Sorry. But my brain can't function on a well-written or even cordial level right now. Cue: sipping of the Monster.

Girls, new fashion trend! Boobless dresses. Oh yea. Leaves at least one boob exposed, which you need to cover up with a hand, or an arm, or nothing depending on the cup size up there. I think this would be the definition of "a tad bit nipply."

In Japan, where booby dresses are prohibited (as is having girl kids? or is that China?), Americans are being warned to practice just as safe behavior in clubs as they would here. That's right America, every place on earth is turning into somewhere where you gotta watch your back. Don't leave your drink alone. They may drug you and take you to the suicide jungle.

Who knew Japan had a suicide jungle anyway? Whoops, I meant forest. It's a forest. FOREST. With trees. What's the difference between a jungle and forest anyway. They both have trees and wildlife. Maybe its the weather patterns?

The other day as I was watching this geeky guy go by me with his trendy Swiss blah-blah-blah-we-sell-metal-water-bottles-that-can't-give-you-cancer-(yet) backpack, I starting thinking about why he needed the $150 or more backpack. What about Jansport...or Walmart. [Yea quality, quality, but, if you buy one $30 backpack every year for 4 years, that's only $120. You would save in the long run.] Anyway, I wonder if he did it to be cool - to be trendy - cuz his mommy bought it for him - or because he felt pressured by society to get one.

Deep thoughts for a Friday morning.

Enjoy it. If I die on a plane, I love you all - you know who you are. (Tony, my money's in my left drawer, 3 feet to the right, underneath my jewelry box, behind the tampons, and in a sock full of rocks, in my room on the back of the boat. You can have it all - all $4 of it. It's in dimes and pennies. No nickels. Oh, there's 2 SEPTA tokens too. Throw them at the trolley for me.)