Funky Friday?

I've got a totally pointless sense of humour sometimes.

I have for some weeks now thought that I should start a chapter on this blog that's called "Cock-Tales"* and tell you about weird things that happened. Then I realised that that chapter would be pretty small because my old .. cocktales consist of either boyfriends that have been totally okay (and therefore nothing to speak of really) or a few experiences I would like to share with the world. But I have already shared that with the world, and in a few instances, on video**, so that would totally blow my cover as a really famous celebrity who'se only reason for not blogging is that I spend my time making out with Ryan Reynolds on some movie set somewhere. Yeah, you just keep that image in your head.

Oh, and the other day we were all told at What? Inc. to think outside the box. I tried, for like a minute. Then the expression popped up in my head. "Think outside.. my box?" which firstly made me laugh a little out loud but not loudly enough for anytime to ask what was funny, and secondly it is really hard to really think outside my box while being sex deprived and then the expression was ruined. Now everytime I hear it, I think about sex, when in my head it's an expression telling me NOT to think about sex. You see my problem here?
I really hope I forget this in time that I get a new job, because grinning secretly everytime anyone says "box" isn't really a good option. I'm creepy enough as it is.







* I am well aware that this in an age old joke.
** A video of myself TELLING about it, not actually video taping the deed. That would have been awkward.