Hitchcock Wins

So there's this song, from the Nine Soundtrack, that is sung by Fergie; and I am absolutely in infatuated with it. It's called, are you ready for this, Be Italian. It is the most charming, lyrical and brilliant thing I've listened to since Come On A My House. It's fantastic. And I'm usually not even a fan of Fergie or her work. But this is a whole new side of her, she should stick with this side. So far today, I've been super productive. Went into work, and stayed an hour late. Also picked up an extra shift on Thursday. So that makes me feel better. I've got bills to pay, which are more extensive then usual because of mistakes and discrepancies. I have no groceries at the moment. Which means I'm scavenging and eating oat meal and left over pasta. I cracked open some Moscato too, just to balance the mood out. Hours at work give me productive feelings, and then I came home and worked out. Not the usual abs and cardio power routine, I actually lifted weights today and bench pressed. I don't think I've done that since Bush was on his first term. I liked it, a lot. The right music, the right mind set, and it's nearly as good as a calorie killing remix. This whole week is devoted to arm work outs to prep for project one. Don't want those contractors thinking retail is all light work and no muscle. Now, with said wine in hand, I'm determined to sort through some of the boxes that contain papers, workings, drawings, writings and homework since about middle school. But that seems a bit much, and I know that The Birds and Rear Window are both TiVoed and waiting for me. Wine and Hitchcock sounds much nicer. Who knows. I can do both. I must own up and say that part of my productivity juice is courtesy of a Grande Caramel Macchiato from La Bux. I know, I can't afford it. But twas free! I have my ways. And they were all legal too. So I doubly enjoyed it. Which made me doubly energized, but now that is wearing off. Courtesy of the Moscato. I feel like Alice. Drink one to grow, and one to shrink. Hahaha. Oh Alice. I'm saying it right now, if the new movie version sucks, Imabepisssed! I do trust Tim Burton though, it's Mister Depp I despise. Alright, enough words. My arms are becoming sore and I want to cuddle on the couch. Hitchcock it is.

p.s. Nicole Kidman totally would've been a Hitchcock blonde.

"Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints." -A. Hitchcock