Yeah, you heard me, what makes me so fuckin' sexy!? Just kidding . . . I mean *literally* hot . . . I've felt like a furnace all freaking day. Perhaps I'm getting sick. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because the acupuncturist I just started seeing told me that my symptoms are in line with too much internal heat and either a) I am noticing because I ( Read more... )

I am waking up almost every day with a new bug bite. Ucky.

My boss is out this week. Thank god. I always feel like she is breathing down my neck, watching my every move, waiting to pounce and go for my jugular when the time is right. I think that might be paranoia resulting from holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear, but regardless of the cause, I'm glad she's gone ( Read more... )

I could write a freaking novel here - if I have the content - in about a month, and all during work hours. Alas, I don't have the content. So instead I surf about my favorite online community (no, I'm not telling you what it is) and get in cat fights with middle-aged, ugly, bitter women who dislike me for no apparent reason. It's actually kind ( Read more... )

You know how sometimes you just don't put the pieces together? Like when Erin was rolling forward in her car but just thought everyone else was rolling backwards? Well, I increased my dosage of fluoxetine two weeks ago but totally didn't put together the side effects until I was asked some *very* direct questions. I explained how I was feeling ( Read more... )

I was driving a stretch of 405 tonight that I hadn't been on before. I could a stream of taillights, a stream of headlight, the midnight blue sky, and the siloquettes of fir trees lining the freeway, but nothing beyond them. NPR was playing loud enough that I could only hear the words if I focused on them and I was in a zone. I don't know what ( Read more... )

No, not in refence to anything, I just think that's fun to say ( Read more... )

Maybe I should write here more often. This might be a good place to try and figure out what the hell I want to do with my life. For some reason writing makes things more valid for me. Maybe that's why I am better at making friends via e-mail than in person. I know that sounds really lame . . . it's not that I can't make friends, I think I'm just ( Read more... )

I found out today that someone I know has it. I'm sad and feeling edgy about it since it was my snooping that produced this knowledge and I'm betting no one else knows (at least not around here). It was supposed to be harmless snooping - I think you'd agree if I could explain the situation, but I can't. :(

I had forgotten how much I like Chianti Classico. As a rule I tend to like wines from Italy more than those from the states. There are a lot of local whites that I like, but as far as reds - excluding Snoqualmie Cab-Merlot which I always order at Chutney's - reds are best when imported ( Read more... )