Category — working or hardly working?

Look, I have to keep myself occupied somehow. You wouldn’t want me to have to go outside or something, would you?

Last night during dinner, our friend Matt Davis asked me, “So what do you do all day?” and I mumbled something stupid about cleaning and walking the dog and ironing Dane’s panties and, gah, BLOGGING (embarrassing) and he seemed satisfied and graciously did not give me a wedgie the way I deserved. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about it all morning, in between stabbing myself in the forehead with a pencil while writing my Famous Person article which should be coming out next Thursday for reals (unless what I wrote was totally useless due to libel concerns) and I’ve come up with several answers which would have been slightly more clever or interesting than “scrabulous” and here they are for you…

What Kiala is “doing” all day:

1.) Building a USA Space Shuttle Sidecar™.

You know, so I can kind of tag along with NASA, but still feel the cold vacuum of space whistling through my hair. It feels like Freedom.

2.) Calculus.

3.) Not looking at Porn. For 45 to 47 minutes.

4.) Redefining what it means to be a genius in a world that misunderstands what redefining a genius truly means.

5.) Bedazzling shit.

In all honesty, besides the redefining genius thing which I do every day (obvs), I’ve been itching to do some other form of exercise on top of the 45 minutes of mind numbing elliptical nonsense I do most days of the week and I think I’m going to take some dance classes at Conduit Dance Studio downtown. Really I just want an excuse to buy ballet slippers and leg warmers, but it still counts, right?

Anyway, I’m hoping, jazz hands crossed, the classes will culminate in a performance like this.