You know it's gonna be an "awesome" day when...

You stand up to zip your pants after going the bathroom and your keys fall out of you pocket into the toilet. Eeewee.

Your date has a piece of chicken the size of Texas hanging out of his mouth and he can't even tell it's there. You think you're going to barf.

It's freezing cold outside but you're STILL sweating like a fat man running.

Your mom is fatter than Nama's.

Your boss sends you an email to tell you how something should have been handled when you already handled it that way. Grrrr!

It's Saturday night, 10pm, and you still haven't started your homework for the weekend. You continue to avoid it by making a dumb list of stuff that happened to you and posting it on your blog.

You sneeze at work and a blob of mucus flies out and lands on the report you just printed for your boss.

You need certain feminine items when you are at school so you run back to class to get your money. Then you run to four different bathrooms in the building only to find out that NONE of vending machines work, and two of them don't have what you need anyway.

The man you love is single, but the Spirit says NO.

You wake up to find that you have slept in and have to leave for work in 15 minutes, AND you have no clean underwear.

The mammoth ‘zit’ that is taking up residence between your eyes is actually a boil. Your face swells up where the boil is so you can’t see very well out of either eye.

You stay up till 1am working on a quiz that took 3 hours and then completely forget to turn it in on time so you loose all the points for it.

You totally forget you have an egg roll in the oven.
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Yes, these are all true stories. They really did happen to me. Please add to the list.

Nessa

Before I really get this site started, I must say a little bit about the origin of the name "verykimbolicious." It's actually a nickname (Kimbolicious, that is). I have this spicy Southern friend named Nessa, who thought I needed a nickname. I did, actually, because she gives nicknames to all her friends, and I couldn't really feel special until she gave me one. I'm not really sure how it came about, but she was brainstorming one day and came up with it. It's like Kimberly and delicious in one (hey, that's what I am--it's very fitting). After that, it just stuck. I've had people (Chris Bailey and Alabama) call me that when they saw me on campus--I got a lot of very strange looks. Who knows, maybe they were checking me out to see if I really was Kimbolicious. Anyway, so I credit Nessa for the site of my blog. Thanks ppporter!

Totally unrelated to that, I was clicking 'next blog' just to see what was out there and I found some pretty entertaining blog names. No joke, there is one that has the following title:

Russian women and Ukrainian women waiting to hear from Western men.

I think that site wins the random award of the day.

golden birthday

So I was realizing the other day that I'm about to turn the big 25--a quarter of a century. You know that myth about how men become a menace to society when they turn 25 if they are still single? Well, I decided that even though I'm not a man, I'm going to be a menace anyway. I just haven't decided how to do that yet. I mean, what do menaces do? Should I be bitter about being single? Maybe I'll sit on my hope chest every Friday night saying, "Poor me, I'm still single." Maybe I'll heckle other people who are engaged and make them feel uncomfortable for being happy. Devious...