Lunch Workout?

I should start working out at lunch again, that makes the pounds melt away, and I want to keep going! My boss works out at lunch and so I'm going to go over and take a look at his gym.

Espresso Truffle

I have found the QUEEN MOTHER of all coffee drinks. You'll never guess where. Starbucks! That's right, stupid on every corner Starbucks. It's called "Espresso Truffle". It is FOUR different kinds of chocolate with espresso. I told my friend it was "orgasmic", and she told me, "You need to get laid". LOL. Now while that may be true, it is still a damn fine cup of coffee. ;-)

Alone in the Dark

The Fuse & Wicked Game

"The Fuse" by Bruce Springsteen is a great song. Sexy and sultry with interesting lyrics. I love how expressive some music is when it can really strike an emotion or put into words how you are feeling or want to feel. What would we do without music?

Then there is "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak. Talk about mood music. I know I've talked about it before, but this song does something to me. It really does.

What should I have for dinner?

What are you having for dinner? I could make something, but what? I haven't been eating at home very much. What sounds good? If you could have ANYTHING to eat right now, what would you want? Leave a comment, I'd like to know!

Done.

I am basically done with all my Christmas shopping. It is December 7th. Is that not awesome? It's a little sad in a way, but now I can relax. I'm usually the one scrambling at the last minute. All I have left to do is some stocking stuffers and then wrapping. Wrapping sucks. I hate wrapping. Wrapping hates me, too. I'm very impatient when I know it's just going to be ripped open; kind of like making a bed. What's the point? Bags. Decorative bags are the way to go. OK I got off on a rant, sorry about that.

Church Dinner

OK, my friend Jenny made me go out. She took me to a fancy banquet dinner at her church and then we went to her house, and she taught me how to make double chocolate "dream" pie. MMM. We had fun. I'm pooped. I'm doing my best to snap out of my mood. The pictures are as follows: curling my hair for the night out, my dinner at the banquet, and the ooey gooey pie we made. Once it sets, you put sliced strawberries on it.

Dark Place

I'm in trouble. I feel myself going into my dark place. I'm fighting it.

I'm hiding in bed.

My nice cozy comfy bed. One week down at the new job and I'm rockin' the town here on Friday night. Anything you want me to write about? I have blogger's block again.

Hi.

Did curly hair today because I was lazy. I don't know what to say anymore. I noticed my new laptop has a built-in webcam. HA! That would be SCARY, huh?

My disinterest in food is over.

WAY over. I'm STARVING. I have a meeting to go to, and my stomach is going to rumble the whole time, I know it. Lunch time is lonely. I miss my friends. I did meet a new friend yesterday (at work), but I don't know if we are at the "go out to lunch" stage yet. Sigh. Maybe I'll blog during lunch. About stupid stuff. Because my life is stupid. And boring.

Dream of a better future.

I hate phone arguing, don't you? Anyway, I'm trying to relax and dream of a better future, even if it's a pipe dream. I'm listening to my sexy new "Jazz from the Wine Bar" CD and having a nice glass of wine. I tried to get Lou-dog to dance with me, but he's a terrible lead. Maggie is just laying on her pillow looking at us like we're nuts. Which we are. Hope you are all having a nice evening.

Why We Suck

A couple of things here. It took me 8 hours to nurse an eggnog latte. I KNOW! Maybe aliens abducted me and did something to me when I wasn't paying attention?

Then there's Denis Leary's new book, "Why We Suck", a title he stole from me. I love Denis Leary. I am meandering about in Costco, my favorite place to shop and hang out.

Why do we suck? Because we are fallen creatures who wander around confused and lost. I think I need to get a Costco hot dog now.

Calmer?

OK I'm a little calmer this morning except for parking issues. Sorry, I just need to vent once in a while because my patience is not what it used to be, especially on certain issues. When stupid things keep rearing their ugly heads and prevent progress on other things it frustrates me to no end. But enough of that. A new day, an eggnog latte.

I hope I'm doing good at my new job. It's hard to know sometimes. But whatever. I'm not sure anything matters right now anyway.

Anywhere but here.

Crap on a cracker. I just got into a huge firefight with someone over something I am sick of trying to resolve. I just want it to be done already. Never to be dealt with again. I am so tired of it. I'm sorry I can't get into details because it is a private matter that concerns other people, but I've had it. I'm fed up and tired. I really need my old company to sell so I'll have enough money (stocks) to get the hell out of here. I don't even CARE where it is I go anymore. Anywhere but here. I'm so damn angry right now I can barely type. Please don't ask me about it, I don't want to talk about it. I just wanted to vent the only way I have to vent.

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

Blackberry Storm

NEED. NOW. The new Blackberry Storm.

Parking Ticket

I'm restless, and torqued.

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.

Ulcer

Traffic gives me an ulcer.

My new hours.

It is entirely too early to be driving to work. My new hours are going to take some getting used to. It's the kind of early where I have to wonder if I'm wearing underwear & matching socks. Where's the coffee?