Hayy guys. It’s been a while.
I’m sure most of you haven’t even noticed my absence since you’ve been way too busy dealing with the oncoming apocalypse (aka: the fact that Avril Lavigne and Chad Kroeger of Nickelback are now engaged)… and that’s cool. the end of the world clearly takes precedence over the comings and goings of BreezyK.
Anyway, just wanted to check in and let you all know I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth or gotten lost in the bottom of a box of wine somewhere (I wish), I’ve just been working like a mofo and haven’t had much time or mental energy to do anything besides pull a “this cat” when I get home at night:
Anyway, between the 12 meals in a row I’ve eaten at my desk
yesterday this week, my 20 minute stints of forced labour treadmill runs in the mornings, and the brief glimpses of civilization I get while ordering my Starbucks on the way to the subway, there’s really just been too much blogging material to choose from.
Yeah. That’s it.
In one piece of exciting news, I finally broke down and hired a cleaning lady. I know what you’re thinking: “Breezyk! You’re such a domestic goddess! Why ever would you need one of those??” And you’re quite right. But my ultimate life goal (besides successfully guessing every flavour of Jelly Belly in a blind taste-test) is to become a member of the bourgeoisie…. and I see this whole cleaning lady business as a necessary first step.
I found her on the message boards in my condo building, and she starts this afternoon. When I told my mother (who did not hesitate to express her disappointment in me: “You can’t keep a 500 sq foot apartment clean on your own? Where did I go wrong with you??”) she simply said “Well, just be prepared to go home and all your stuff be gone.”
Well that’s reassuring. Good thing I own absolutely nothing of value.
Anyway, I haven’t met her yet, but I hope she’s just like Consuela from Family Guy:
I’ll be back soon with an update of how my little experiment into social mobility is going- so stay tuned. In the meantime, I’ll just keep working away, and praying that Consuela 2.0 doesn’t steal any of my 85 MAC eyeshadows or my Forever 21 jewelery collection.
Come to think of it, I’ll probably be ok.