I hate the heat. Seriously, I loathe it. It's so fucking hot here, and we don't have any air conditioning. We've got fans at all the windows and a big fan that we move from the den into the bedroom when we sleep. I don't care HOW high using an AC makes the electric bill go. I'd pay it just to sleep through the night and not have to drag the fan ( Read more... )

I've got a great boyfriend who I love and want to spend the rest of my life with. I've got a great group of friends that are never too busy to lend an ear. My job is much better and I've got all the comforts to make it a nice life to live in. So why am I sitting here feeling like something's wrong? I guess it's because I know what I COULD be doing ( Read more... )

I have been uber cranky lately. I'm exhausted and just don't want to chit chat much. I can't wait for my boss to go on vacation (come on Thursday!) so I can have a breather. Lately my boss has been adding onto my duties, not thinking about the fact that I have yet to finish the big project due before she leaves. *sigh* Today she said that I was ( Read more... )

Can someone please explain to me why people think the world is their bitch zone? Seriously... I had two people yelling infront of the apartment last night and then screeching off in their car. It wasn't enough that they had to yell and then slam the car door. Somehow going zero to forty for ten feet, slamming on the brakes and then burning rubber ( Read more... )

So we had an earthquake yesterday. It was a great way to welcome me into the new jobsite. What's funny is that I'd rather be there than on the 10th floor of my old job. Having the building on rollers may save your ass but the swaying motion makes the earthquake seem twice as bad. At least my boyfriend felt this one. He slept through others and was ( Read more... )

...and it bubbles back like it understands. It's a tragedy when I lose a fish. I'm not talking about a burial at sea while playing taps, but I do hum while I flush. My friends get mad because I care more about animals than people at times. My theory: You put a dog on the airport loading dock and point to the cage and then the plane... If you see ( Read more... )

There should be some sort of law against fighting before going to work. There's nothing worse than simmering for 9 hours on what you want to say ( Read more... )

I feel like I am becoming some sort of blog-whore. I am ashamed to even say how many of these things I've signed up for. It starts off innocent enough. I want to comment on a friend's blog and have my name listed. For some odd reason the 'anonymous' bugs the shit out of me. Unfortunately I couldn't get the username that I am used to (Diva). Oh well ( Read more... )