I'm sitting here in my coldashell (shucks, that's an oxymoron) office typing away on my blog on the pretext of work.

It's a Sunday, what am I doing here, you ask.

Well (shrugs), beats me.

The time's 4:55pm, and although I've cleared some work, that's not the reason why I'm supposed to be here.

The reason why I'm supposed to be here on a cheery (I beg your pardon, dreary) Sunday afternoon hasn't manifested itself yet.

And I'm still waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Hum-dum, what a bum.

By the way, on a sidenote, I'm wearing a new bra today from Women's Secrets that I'd just bought last night and it's gawddamn comfortable!!

Too bad it's the last piece though, or I would head back today to get more.

I'm on an underwear frenzy, buying new underwear to last me for an entire year without wearing the same one over.

I'm just kidding, lol.

Is there any woman out there who doesn't love new underwear, raise your armpit-hair arm.

See, NO ONE.

ho ho ho

Which brings me to my next point.

My blog's getting frivolous.

I don't write about serious issues anymore, such as world hunger, global-warming, the destruction of endangered species, the tsunamis, love, peace and goodwill to men.

Instead, I write about cabs and bras.

Am I getting frivolous? Or worse.. (dare I say it?).. the big B.

Bimbotic.

Bitchy.

Both "B"s with capital Bs.

Gosh. I don't wanna turn into the next Miss XiaXue.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing, after all.