Ponderings....

Why is it that on the day you look frumpy, wilted from the heat and distracted by everything you run into the cute guy fromthe levator, the one you have been hoping to lure into the web of specialness that is you?

Why is that you go home with the intent of cleaning the apartment because you expect the petsitter to drop by, but somehow convince yourself that its tommorow and are embarassed when she stops in by the sundry of bras, candy wrappers and water bottles laying by the computer?

Why is that you should be watching the smart shows like "lost" and instead are hooked on "Americas Next Top Model?

Why is there an odd smell in my apartment?