Something about the horrid heatwave goes here.

I bought the world’s biggest zucchini at the Farmer’s Market today for one dollar. Holler.

RHYME.

After work today I attended a J-School alumni event downtown that was surprisingly great. At first I wasn’t going to attend because of my social awkwardness and inability to maintain any sort of professional eye contact that doesn’t make me feel like a creep, but it’s not like I’ve got much else going on.

On Friday, everyone in our office gets to leave work at noon and go to a rooftop for the Cubs game! Not only is it my first one ever, but I’m excited for the unlimited food and drink portion of the seating location as well.

One of my fellow PRSSA-ers doing some sick internship says in her Facebook status that Ryan Gosling wrote her a love letter this evening while she was hob-nobbing at an event. I’m not a huge fan of The Notebook, but color me jelly belly.

I’m getting bored of blogging (not that I’m exactly imparting a lot of deep life wisdom here.) I need a new angle. Nacho Lindsay is truly an inspiration. Jalapeno Popper Brittney doesn’t really have the same ring. Not to mention I feel all jalapeno poppers come out of the same industrial-sized freezer bag– the only thing that varies sometimes is cook time and type of frying oil.

Also, my hair looks like poop. I realize that is not the professional term, but it’s in an awkward “I’m too cheap for a haircut and I’m trying to grow out my bangs” stage. Ahhhh– Ryan and Simple Jack, I mean Kyle, on “Teen Mom” just met each other. Their semi-staged life events are far more important than mine.