Super-Square, coming through!

Well, it's official: I, Blogda, am a super-square. I'm applying to MBA programs. There, I said it. I'm applying to MBA programs, and I'm gonna be a business man when I grow up. So there.

Yeah, I know I have a painting degree, I know I'm an Art Director, I know I said I'd never be a sell-out business man, but here I am. I like being a Strategist. I like that the client asks for my opinion before anyone else. I like being heard. It's so satisfying. All in all, the Strategy field is BOSS. Seriously, this is the sweetest job I have ever had, and this strategy junk makes total sense to me, so I'm figuring, why fight it? This situation is rad, and it must continue to flourish. I must climb even higher up the Strategy Dept. ladder! The only buzz-kill in this plan is that I'm a wee bit lacking in the formal credentials area...hence, the need for the grad schoolin'.

Sure, I'm gonna have to take classes like "Finance", and "Statistics", but I ain't sweating that shit. I'm so bad, I kick my own ass twice a day, I can handle that shit. Scratch that, I'm gonna tear that shit up. Finance is gonna be my bitch. Statistics is gonna lick my boots, it's a certifiable fact, you dig? So, sleep better tonight knowing that Blogda is on her way to being a super-square business man, the type of rock star business man that makes the others in the room pee themselves a little bit. Well shit, they kind of do that anyway.

So...no day-job, huh?

I was out running errands during lunch this afternoon, and I noticed that there were about 8 million people in the 24 Fitness center near the Target I frequent. This intrigued me. Now, bear in mind, I took a late lunch today because I thought I had a lunch meeting (turns out, I didn't) so it was like 1:30 when I noticed all the workers-outters. Seeing all those people through the gym windows got me thinking, these folks must not have day jobs, otherwise, they are taking 2 hour lunches or some shit like that. Which is irresponsible, unless I'm the one doing it, then it's progressive. So, anyway, I kept seeing these massive dudes with gallon jugs full of lord knows what (one of them was opaque light blue, which lead me to believe that he was guzzling Smurf cum), strutting from the gym and into their cars. Freaking huge dudes...dudes so big they couldn't put their arms down to their sides because their freakishly huge lats are in the way. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but that is not your typical 30 minute "run to the gym" guy, right? This is a guy who has a 3 hour plan to blast his quads every other day...so how is this dude possibly going to have a day-job? I think they're all deadbeats on the dole, that's what I think. Stupid muscly jerks...eating up all those sweet, sweet unemployment dollars I'll need when I get canned...assholes. I bet they could bench my car though.

My Niece is so Damn Cute

It's a fact. And my brother likes-a-the-fish.