After a week of work, I put my key through the lock to open my front door, and my apartment is suddenly a mess. It's a sort of deluded fatigue that I find myself in during the week.

I've worked up a bit of a sweat, but the dishes are back in their cupboard-homes, and all of the recycling is bagged up by the door.

When you have a moment, you need to check out this wonderful fellow. Not only does he have an epic taste in movies, but he can review them in a coherent and articulate manner. His sense of humour is also a force to be reckoned with.

Summer: It makes me happy

Apathy preventing your pending existential crisis?

The "Like" function on Facebook. If you're a fan of anything any one of your friends might mention, but you're too lazy/busy/distracted to acknowledge their existence any other way, one click of your mouse will confirm your positive prerogative to their words. I've done it; there have been moments where I've found myself at work realizing that yeah, it sucks that so-and-so resents Mardi Gras beads, or that other person whose locker was beside mine in grade 11's good hair day made her smile lots today. Who knows: maybe the next time you decide to "Like" your friends status, you may have done something more than allow Facebook to notify you a million times that others too, have commented on this epithet.

Thank you Facebook for allowing me to aid those who need help off of their proverbial cliffs.

:)

She's not allowed to stop making music.

I make no apologies when it comes to my love of reality television. There's nearly anything I won't watch; it's fantastic.

There's one program, "Run's House," that cracks me up. It's hysterical. I wonder if they need a new member of the family; they should adopt me. I could bring provide some "vanilla" flavour.

Je tombe. Et puis ensuite je tomberai.

J and I are getting spray tans on Tuesday. This is how I'm justifying it: we're doing it ironically and looking it as an experiment. Mostly, I don't like the pale hue that my legs currently display, but every time I think about the fact that I am going sunless tanning, I judge myself a bit. Here are the list of questions we had prior to booking this appointment:

Will we turn orange? No

Does it rub off? Yes, at first; wear dark, loose clothing

Are we fully nekked? Yes

Do you provide sexy shower caps? Yes

I guess the only thing to do is wait and see. Or not go? I keep thinking about Ross from "Friends."