Awkward.

Awkward. Awkward awkwardawkwardawkward awk-word. AWKWARD!

Whew. Ok. Got that off my chest. (and does anyone else think the word awkward looks just that? Awkward? The w's mushing with the k. No?) What's awkward? Well I can't really say. I just had to let it out.

Now that that's over with...

I don't like Rachel Ray. (just jumping right into it) I can't stand the woman and I have to see her face everyday at work because she's on Ritz cracker boxes. Not to mention magazines. She annoys the piss out of me. Maybe it's because she seems to be on all the time or maybe it's because she thinks shes cleaver but really not. Or it could be her voice. Something about her voice, the accent she has going on and the sheer volume that she uses drives me bonkers. "Oh my gawd. Would you look at this potata! Its HUGE! I'm gonna slice it up and add some salt and butter and MM. You are going to LOVE IT!" I like voices, I'm huge on voices. A dude could be the sexiest man alive but if I can't stand the way he talks then screw it. Jack Davenport...sexy voice. I could listen to him talk all day about absolutely nothing. I would watch a crappy movie just to hear those succulent tones. Mike Rowe. Nice voice. Comforting tones that sort of engulf you and put you at ease. I just like voices and Rachel Ray's is anything but comforting. And that stupid little smirky face. People who smile too much while talking are creepy. To be flashing the whites at all times even when talking about how to properly season a pork loin isn't necessary. You don't need to look pissed or anything just talk. Look content or whatever. Aye. The woman needs to be stopped.

...I just like voices. But not my own. Isn't it weird how if you hear yourself talk on a tape or video it is the most horrendous thing? My own voice is awful to me! Don't mind hearing it through my head but yikes. I pity the fools who listen to me talk. Perhaps that's why I'm not so much a talker and more of a typer. That and I'm a little slow with the witty reporte. (rapport? raportay? Ok so if I'm gonna use a word I should really know how to spell it I know. Just sound it out and see if you get it) Or I have a certain internal filter that won't let me say what I want to say out loud for fear of whatever but I can do it from behind my desk so I can hide behind it. Don't know. Probably doesn't help I had a speech impediment.

Right-o. I have a freaking paper to write. Due tomorrow and how far am I? I got nothing.

Adios amigos.