The smell of old lady perfume.

Waiting for the impending football season is torture for me. This is what I hate most about preseason… getting a small taste of the excitement to come. I guess this is what it’s like to be a heroin addict on a methadone program… it gets rid of the withdrawal but it is by no means an adequate replacement. That’s me, the NFL Junkie.

Adding to my restless torment, Dave held our Fantasy Football draft this past Sunday. Everyone in my league went after running backs in the first rounds. I decided to buck the trend and went straight for the best non-running back player on the board… Peyton Manning. I still needed a running back and I left the decision up to my father who instructed me to take a risk and pick up Reggie Bush. I hope my dad’s right here. He’s not very good at Fantasy Football.

Other players on my roster include Antonio Gates, Jonathan Vilma (despite his allegiance to the Jets, he’s one hell of a player) and the Chicago Bears defense. Much like the current Patriots, I’m really thin at Wide Receiver. I’m hoping the combination of Manning and Gates will save me.

These are going to be the longest two weeks EVER!

Being incredibly busy with work and succumbing to the late-summer cold that’s been roaring through the region has left me with little time to update this site. As if things couldn’t get more hectic, my boyfriend moved in and that has left me with NO time to myself. Here’s about the best I can produce in my cold-induced haze…..

* Last night, I was able to meet Real World’s Svetlana as she peddled Jager at McFadden’s. I was awed at how beautiful this girl is in person. Kristina and I were also able to tell her what an ass we thought Tyler was. She laughed and took our picture.

How things have changed: Today, I was carded when I went to buy cough medicine. Alcohol..okay. Cigarettes..sure. Movies..okay, I don’t look that young anymore, but whatever. Getting carded for cough medicine? Annoying.

Hot or not?: I recently bought my boyfriend the first season of “Prison Break” on DVD which sparked a heated debate about the “hotness” of star Wentworth Miller. I said he is pretty darn near close to male perfection and many girls feel the same.  My boyfriend, hell-bent on always proving me wrong, said that no one thinks he’s “hot”.  My boyfriend was proven wrong when every girl that entered my house commented on Mr. Miller’s “hotness” when they saw the DVD cover.

It’s not easy being a cracked-out freak: The monotonous grind of a usual Wednesday at work was broken up at my office when a cracked-out looney tune, running barefoot down the street, tripped, fell, and smashed his head on the patch of concrete directly infront of my office.  No one knows why he was running or what happened to his shoes.

Other items of note: My boyfriend moved in, my first story was published, my cousins are visiting from South Carolina, and I was more than happy when Heather won “Hell’s Kitchen”.

I think everyone in the region should thank me personally for the much cooler temperatures we’ve been experiencing for the last week.  Why?  Because, last Thursday, for the first time EVER in my history of car ownership, I got my car’s A/C fixed.  Within 20 minutes, the temps plummeted.  After over a week of 90 degree heat, all it took was for me to get A/C.  Now, I’ve had no reason to even turn the stupid A/C on.