I am supposed to be working today to make up for my less than productive week, but have been procrastinating all day with shopping, napping and baking. When I finally sat down to get some work done I was distracted by Average Joe. What a horrible show! “I guess I’m going have to get to know them and not judge them by the way they look.” Hey shallow bitch, you should have learned that when you were 6. You are not worthy of any of those men. Well, maybe that David guy. But while I watched that stupid talent-less bitch condescend to those nice men, I tried to gather together all those I owed correspondence.

You know how I whine about how everyone in Louisville hates me. Well, that is not exactly true. I found 6 emails and 3 phone numbers from people whom I have met recently in the flesh and wanted to get to know me better and whom I never replied nor called. I do this all the time. I am just as awful as that superficial twit on the television. But before I end up on some creepy reality show opposite Trading Spaces that only losers without cable watch, I resolve to respond to each one of these people with a witty flirty form letter that I’ll write tomorrow instead of working.