I was thirty minutes late leaving the house to head back to work after lunch today. I'd just hoovered my Wendy's side salad like a champ - yesterday I fairly leaped off the diet bandwagon and devoured both a Round Table personal pan pizza at lunch and a Totinos combination sausage/pepperoni pizza for dinner all by my own bad self, and once the ( Read more... )

I am home, and despite the slight propensity for putting my underwear on inside out, I appear to be none the worse for wear. (It's strange, this underwear thing. It seems to be an every day occurrence since my return; this morning I shook myself from a daze and watched as my hands, seemingly independent of what my brain told me they should be ( Read more... )

So I've been having a hard time not writing something every day, whether it's here or on one of the other blogs, and due to the normal Sunday Twenty routine, I just can't set aside that urge anymore, so here I am regardless of the fact that I have yet to use my ipod for aural entertainment as of yet.

Before I left I filled it with tons of free ( Read more... )

The year I turned fifteen I had to go to school on my birthday. My best friend at the time baked me a chocolate cake, bought a two liter bottle of Mountain Dew (those were the pre-Code Red days) and a balloon and shoved them all in my locker and then...my grandfather had major heart surgery so I didn't immediately show up to school while I sat in ( Read more... )

As of 4:45pm this afternoon, the person that was supposed to be assisting me in getting my job issues caught up before I leave had been away from his desk for more than an hour, and nobody knew where he was. When he appeared at two past quittin' time, his response to the question was, "I got lost."

A representative for our payroll company finally ( Read more... )

I don't really have much to report this weekend. I've been moving at a snail's pace, and that's nice!

I'm finally catching up on my sleep. When you're young you don't notice the lack very much, but now that I'm getting -ahem- older, I am really feeling the difference between well-rested and not, so with a brief most-of-a-day shift at work ( Read more... )

I really want to see Flight of the Living Dead. I'm not really sure why. I mean, I loves me some cheesy horror flicks and all that, but needless blood and gore (as opposed to the necessary kind, of course) isn't exactly my thing, so why I want to see a movie whose high blood content is so readily ascertained from the trailer alone is almost ( Read more... )

I haven't exactly been sick. Not sick-sick, like stomach sick or fever sick or anything of that nature, not really. What I have been is hurting. A LOT. Like, a lot a lot, and I've been pretty down as a result, because this shouldn't be happening. Not now.

Remember that last root canal fiasco? The one that started in May and ended two weeks ago ( Read more... )

This morning I wore my Pet Me sweater.

It's a lovely sweater in a beautiful eggshell color, all soft and smooth (hence the "Pet Me" portion of the title), ribbed all around with what I think is a boat-neck collar, although considering the fact that my idea of high fashion is wearing a black turtleneck and leather car coat over my tan khakis, I may ( Read more... )

Yesterday, of a sudden, our building began to stink of ass.

Bad ass.

It was ass all over, both upstairs and down, in every nook and cranny, everywhere there were vents. Everywhere there were doorways. Everywhere there were people. The stench was damn near palpable; I could practically feel it oozing across my skin. The effect was so real that ( Read more... )