But I Would Totally Date Katherine Heigl, You Know, If She Wasn't Married

While out running errands with my mom this morning I passed a nail saloon with a small sign in front of it. This sign read: "Come on in and get nailed by Jenn."

My initial response was disgust. I should just accept that our Grey's Anatomy loving nation is always brought in by any sort of innuendo. It's sort of what we do.

But the more I thought about it, I wonder if my reaction wasn't based more one who I was with when seeing it. It's plausible that, had I been rolling with Grinaldo, Dos Equis, or Spats, that I could have greeted this ad with a lighter tone, perhaps even a laugh.

While this may seem probable, the truth is, my mom and I have the relationship where we can laugh at jokes of this nature amongst each other. As such, I'm still wondering if I detest this sign or not.

On the other hand, I know damn well that I hate Grey's Anatomy.

Guess Who's Back

Somewhere along the way I let this blog become somewhat pretentious. The original reason I returned to the blog world after my angsty high school experience was that I wanted something that would keep me writing on a somewhat regular basis in a somewhat free form. However, over the past few months I began posting only when I felt I had something important to say.

It's a serious pet peeve of mine when bloggers actually say, in their blogs even, that they don't have anything important to say or that they have nothing to write about. It's a blog, not a term paper, not an op-ed article, just an online venue to say whatever the hell you want. Don't go through the effort of creating a blog if you're only going to wallow in your own uninteresting life.

I'm not trying to be preachy, I'm just saying.

As such, I hope to return to form. Soon.