Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Up and down you're turning me....

In which the Universe still refuses to revolve around me......


This weekend I fought with SBP. Because I believe he should put out a little more. I'm in my early 30's, enough said. Plus, sometimes. When he talks. I don't understand what he means. He will use big words that he clearly does not know the meaning of and then I have to cock [ha! I said cock] my head to the side in confusion while I piece his sentences together to try to make some sense out of what he is saying to me. Then, he's already saying something else. So, I fall behind. Then, I make him stop talking. I repeat back to him what I thought he meant and he says, "Don't talk to me like I'm a derelict!!" Then I smile and hug him because he's so pretty.

I get to work on Monday.

Friday, July 17, 2009

I will cut you.....

Well. Not you....

In which I bring you my week in pictures....




So, I have thought alot about cutting or stabbing people this week, as noted by the search bar in Google. I googled "what the is the term for someone that thinks about stabbing people?" I tried variations of this too. Like, cutting people, stabbing with a fork. There was not an answer to be found. The Internet is hard. I don't really want to cut people. Just stab them a little. Like with a fork in their larynx so they will SHUT UP! Tell me you haven't and I will call you a liar! LIAR! I have never actually stabbed anyone either. I may have caused a scratch or two on accident. But that was in fun [RAWR] way not in a please-stop-talking-before-I-cut-you way. I don't know what it is. Perhaps, a shift in the polarization of the planet. Who knows! Or maybe, people should SHUT THE HELL UP!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Nothing special...move along

In which I bore you....


I haven't done anything spectacular since....the last time I did something spectacular which, for some reason, my memory fails. I don't really have anything to write about. I'm just bored and thought I'd reach out to the diary or journal or blog, whatever you call it. It's payday. I hold in my hands a representative of my worth to the company I work for 5 days a week, every week for just over two years. Sometimes, briefly, I think it's a joke and they are going to hand me my real check any moment. But, no. This is it. It's tiny and cute. A reminder of how underpaid and [not even almost] overworked I am.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Ally McBeal is my soul sister

In which I'm exciting in my pretend life....


If you haven't seen Ally McBeal this will not make any sort of sense. Even if you have, it's questionable whether or not this will make sense. I'm here for me, not you. *tee-hee* Seriously, do some homework. This is my point of reference. I loved her. I think the show was canceled because the general public feared their own insanity all up in their face on prime time television. I LOVED it! So much. I finally had a role model on T.V. Ok, so I'm not wafer thin. I don't worked with totally hot people. They are warm though.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Hair Care Fail

In which I complain about hair products, like a girl...


I normally don't do much with my hair. I'm a wash, dry the bangs and go kinda girl. Sometimes, I straighten my hair. Normally, I have naturally curly, thick, long hair. SBP calls it "80's porn hair". I'm still trying to figure out if that is a compliment. I will assume it is, if he likes 80's porn.... It's been really windy lately and the locks have been super ginormous so, I thought I'd straighten them to cut down on the tangles. I bought something cheaper than the good stuff. It not only feels heavy and stiff, it sounds like I am breaking 27 strands of hair every time I run my brush through my mane! YIKES!!! I gave it to my mom. I heard the lotion is much, much better. I already have dry hair, I live in the desert. 'Nough said. Can a white girl have her hair straighten, you know, professionally?

Friday, July 10, 2009

A brand new day

In which yet another day begins and ends....


To catch up, I had news that I couldn't or wouldn't declare on the open internet. Depending on how you look at it. I did disclose my news with a trusted few familiars. Who were all both ingeniously clever and supportive. Which is precisely why they knew and you didn't *grin*. However, the secret needs not be held a moment longer. Why, you ask? Because life itself is an enigma that provides no clear answer. That is the only answer I can provide you with today. Am I sad? In a way. Am I relieved? In a way. Does that make me a bad person? No. That makes me human. Aren't we all confused and conflicted by our individual, inner turmoil on a day-to-day basis? That is, indeed, our nature. Life, in and of itself, is uncertain, unstable and yet, perfectly imperfect. My people are fantastic!!! I truly believe I have the best earthly beings, posed as my friends, a girl could ever hope for and in this aspect, I am charmed. I received beautiful, enlighten message from Mush. I can tell you, of all the things people have said, her message actually made me feel better. And she made me smile, even giggle.

She said, "You are a high soul, you silly bitch."

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Changes

In which things are NOT the same...


There is so much to tell and yet so much to be kept quiet. First, I miss her! She left for bigger and better things. Which is fabulous for her but I lost my best girlfriend at work. *sad face* So. Today. When I lifted my bra straps and said "19" then let them go to have the girls fall a few inches (in all directions) and said "34", there was not an "I totally hear you" coming from my right. But I did get a new headset. A new Mega-monitor. And new USB speakers. All of which I would gladly return if she walked in the door. Since Mush is not coming back, Matt is forced to be my best girlfriend and my Gay boyfriend.