next

My newest guilty pleasure fluff show is of course on MTV. It is called Next. One person has the option of five dates. If a date begins and the person isn't feeling it, he or she says "next" and a new date commences. It is hilarious to see how shallow some of the contestants are and how much sh*t some of them talk! For example, "I get more pussy than the humane society" LMAO. Typically at least one person per show is "nexted" on sight. It definitely isn't the most politically correct program but I get sucked into each episode. Watch it, you'll see.

Moving along, I was officially promoted and so far I can't complain. I like my new office, all the people in my new division have been friendly and helpful, and most importantly I will be out of the toxic environment! Seriously, I liked most of the people I worked with before as individuals but there were so many petty personality conflicts among the group and so few people shared my work ethic that it could be quite frustrating. Not to mention the schizo that was our boss, who is one step away from a padded cell.

This weekend I have no major plans. I absolutely refuse to do anything but relax. My fiance is out of town, but so are most of my friends which rules out any unsupervised debauchery. I am thinking about buying a hammock to set up in our backyard and just laying in it to read magazines and books. Maybe some hot cocoa with marshmallows if the weather cools off again. Supposedly organic marshmallows are better, guess I'll find out when I go to the health food store.