Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Anywhere but here.
For me, words are a form of action, capable of influencing change.
Well, what would a morning post be without my big mug on it? That is my lovely office view, and also how very thrilled I am today. I'm trying to think of something to look forward to. ANYTHING. I've lost my appetite and all interest in food completely the last couple of days. Something is VERY, VERY wrong. SCARY wrong.
I'm a bit distracted because my mind is wandering onto things better left to myself, but sometimes thinking of certain things can put a smile on my face, and other times thinking of the very same thing can bring me to tears. Isn't that strange?
I'll leave you with these.
"The best way to live is by not knowing what will happen to you at the end of the day.". -Donald Barthelme
"For me, words are a form of action, capable of influencing change.". -Ingrid Bengis
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Parking Ticket
I got a mother-effing parking ticket. My wheel was like ONE inch into the yellow. Piss poor. I've got money falling out of my butt, too, so this was perfect.
I can't think of anything to eat, so screw it, I won't eat at all.
I used to love the holidays, now I'm just sad.
Aren't you glad you read my blog tonight? I'm sure I made you feel all warm inside.
My new hours.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Almost bliss.
Big Bang Theory, Peppermint Crunch Junior Mints, and the realest (yes, realest) smelling Christmas candle ever made. Almost bliss, except for the fact that Louie is rubbing his butt on the floor. STOP. IT.
I have a window!
The New Contract Job
Here I go!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Alone
Paintings and Guns
I bought a painting print from a friend online, and had it matted and framed. I think it turned out really nice.
Also, just making sure I'm protected and ready for home defense. A girl can't be too careful these days with all the crazies out there and what's going on in the world. Not to mention how far out I live. One must have a clean and well-maintained weapon. FYI, I'm probably not the house you want to break into, or the girl you want to mug. You see, my definition of "gun control" is using both hands. I'm a pretty good shot, too.
I start my new job tomorrow.
1. I'm nervous.
2. I don't wanna. I've decided working is BS.
3. I have to prove myself all over again and quite frankly I'm tired.
4. I hope all the people are cool, I am less patient in my old age.
5. I wonder if I'm up for any more challenges.
6. I'm feeling shy and introverted right now.
7. I'm still wondering about my future and how long it will be before things change even more. I feel it coming, I'm still in sort of a limbo stage.
8. I miss some of my old co-worker friends and fear I won't have as much daily freedom.
9. I know it will be lonely for a while until I make new friends, which is hard when you are feeling tired and introverted.
10. Shit, I have to go back to work.
I should be feeling excited and blessed and that there are all these new opportunities, but it's not happening at the moment. Maybe it will change. My mom's friend Cathy perfectly defined when a woman says she's FINE:
Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional
So, I guess I'm fine. ;-)
Saturday, November 29, 2008
The newest saga with the dog bed.
Friday, November 28, 2008
On the Couch
I got a new bed set (badly needed!) as an early Christmas gift. It's RED! (I know, big surprise.) When my mom and I were out shopping I decided to get it and she helped. It is gorgeous! Comfy too! I'll take a pic of it once I clean up my bedroom. Good God it is a mess! With all the traveling and job craziness, I have slacked off on cleaning. Which drives me nuts, but one thing at a time. I want to paint in there too, and I got some new bathroom fixtures because my house is falling apart. Whether I stay or go, these are good improvements.
The story of the dog bed.
I buy a 35 fucking dollar dog bed and the first night I have it, the damn dog won't go near it. I try to coax him in it, and he whines and puts his ears back like I'm beating him. Then, I try to pick him up and put him in it and he screams bloody murder, wiggles and jumps out of arms. OK, fine. I wake up 2 hours later, and he's laying NEXT TO IT. Yup, my retarded dog.
Then when I woke up this morning, he was all curled up in a little ball in it. He just needed to do it in his OWN TIME. How cute is that?