Speaking of no life… last week, Weingarten had a poll about suicide. After taking the poll, I started to think what I’d do differently if I knew I was going to be kicking the bucket in the near future. On the drive to work, I started a list of things I’d do differently. Here’s what I came up with:

1. Stop buying underwear. I have too much of it and it’s cluttering up my dressers. If I were to go through all of it, I could probably get away with not doing laundry for at least 2 months.
2. Stop buying makeup. I realize that a dying person needs to look good as much as the next person but I’ve got enough to make me look like Tammy Faye Baker a gajillion times over if I were to try to use it all up. Nobody ever uses up makeup. It gets old and then tossed. A good thing. (Dang, I sound like I’m some kinda’ shopaholic or something. And since when did biting the dust induce thriftyness? Since when did I ever make any sense? :p)
3. Eat HFCS, transfats and other “inedibles” in disgusting quantities. Enjoy it all, guiltfree.

I’ve been blogging too much. Yes, there is such a thing as too much in blog-world and I’ve officially hit the too-much mark. People are gonna start wondering if I have a life if I keep this up. So today, I’m taking a break. No more talking. Just for today. Just going to take a break and shut up.