Random Thoughts

Sometimes my boyfriend is just as weird as I am. This morning, he looked at me and asked me if everything worked out ok. ??? I asked him what he meant? More like what? Cause it was early. I could tell that he wasn't quite awake. Then he said. With your bra, did everything work out alright when you stood up? I'll have to ask him if he remembers. Prolly not. I do that same thing ALL THE TIME. Sometimes I remember and sometimes when he is just NOT getting what I am asking him, I will be aware enough to just be like...never mind. Cause at that point, I KNOW I'm not making any sense. This living together thing is nice. I'm wondering though, if perhaps I said something while asleep? Cause I expected to be a little sore today from the raking and beating up of the yard yesterday, but it's not bad. My shoulder might be a little sore. And perhaps my hip. I think I turn weird angles and as I get older this is working less and less for me. As long as I don't screw up my b...

This takes preference. Even though I have other things to talk about, this will be "talked" about first. SOMEONE GAVE HER TWO WEEK NOTICE TODAY! No, not me. The one I hate the most, not the newbie. Seriously? It was hard not to jump around hysterically. As it is, I'm sure I smiled from ear to ear. And I had to go share with Tara. And we kinda whooped it up in her room. I need to have a party, I am SO excited. Even though 1. I found out the Daddie's are playing at Art in the Vineyard on Friday night. For 15 dollars. Sadly, I am way too poor to go. 2. I found my first scratch on my Ipod. It's on the back, so at least it doesn't mar the black. But still. =S It looks like a cat hair, but you CAN'T pull it off. 3. My bus broke down on the hill right before Springfield on my way home tonight. 4. Instead of waiting for the bus for 40 minutes, I started walking. I walked to Mill before I knew the bus would catch me before I got to the next stop. And I got home a l...

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to. Right now, huh? Hmmm. This will be hard. 1: Promiscuous Girl - Nelly Furtado w/ Timbaland (it hurt me to type that, but it is Timba..) 2: Hips Don't Lie - Shakira ft. Wyclef Jean 3: Ex Factor - Lauryn Hill 4: Good Enough - Sarah McLachlan 5: Love Makes the World Go Round - Powerpuff Girls 6: Everybody Got Their Something - Nikka Costa 7: The Way You Move - OutKast Tagging - Whoever wants to. Cause I can.

In other goings on today I stepped on a rock and there was gum stuck to it. So it stuck to foot and then when I got it off, my foot kept sticking and it was squeaky and I started wondering if sticky + squeaky = squicky? Cause I like that word.

I find myself getting jealous again. Jealous that I don't have someone to rescue my from debt. Someone I know who I shall not name just got a LARGE check from a relative. Just because. I suppose I should feel happy that I don't need the money. And I suppose I don't NEED it. But it would be nice to have. It would be nice to have a cushion. It would be nice to decide...hey, I want to go buy this or that. And just be able to. But the other part of me, the grinchy part, is too jealous. Jealous that some people seem to always be "saved". Always SEEM (and I suppose that is the operative word) to have someone around that can and will help them when they are stupid with money. Not me, I just get further and further behind. Taking money from paychecks I haven't even got yet. In all honestly, there is shit I could cut. I don't NEED cable. I like cable. (GOD! I should NOT get started on the cable.) I don't NEED to high speed Internet. Sure my blood pressure would...

Derek being gone is very strange. It's nice not having to find a babysitter when I want to go out. Last Tuesday, I called Derek in Portland. (His idea, I asked when I should call him and he said...VERY GROWN-UP-LY....Tuesdays and Fridays.) And I frantically went through a list in my head of what he might do to a baby. Like...would he poke it in the eye? Would he try and carry her around? Would he throw toys at her? (I had a two year old visit when Derek was a baby and she wanted to PLAY with the baby, like a doll....eeek) Would he decide that he is old enough to carry her downstairs, or something? I was a little freaked out. Or a lot freaked out. When Jake got on the phone, I was like...well, I told him this and this and this. And Jake is like...calm down, we'll keep an eye on him. Yeah. This is where I shall segue into the way Jake "keeps an eye" on Derek. When he was a toddler. I was being lazy in my house and Jake was like....all the neighbors kids are playing o...

We were talking and I watched as sweat ran down your face. Then I caught it at your chin, licked my fingertips. (sorry, I had to finish the lyric. Not that sweat tastes good, but god, I like that lyric.) I did little to nothing yesterday or Sunday. I mean, I did some yard work and some dishes. But not much. It's TOO freaking hot. Whoever it was that I heard last week saying something about how "now it's Summer, where is the summer weather?", can go fuck themselves. Cause it's TOO hot. I can't sleep right. My dreams are weird, I wake up a bunch. As does Ben and I swear we just wake each other up each time. So far neither one of us has smacked the other one. We are not even snippy at each other. We rock. He's really jumped in with the yard work. He was out there Thursday, taking down the backyard crap. Then he helped me when I came home and was determined. Even though he'd been out there since 3. He's really awesome, in case you didn't know. Ap...

I got shopping done, spent more than an hour fixing the yard...YAY! Over shot my goal. I can't breath, cause I am ALLERGIC to everything out there. But after I sneeze the crap out of my nose, it should get better. I hope. I've also got two mosquito bites! And I'd take pictures, but like me, Tara forgot my camera at work. But now it's in a locked, ALWAYS on camera room. So I feel better. I'll have to swing by tomorrow before Sidney's birthday party. Cause pictures are awesome. One on my arm, and one right underneath my butterfly! Poor, sad, itchy butterfly.

Two Names You Go By: 1. Des 2. Desi - I'm not sure how that happened. First it was Karina, plus my family. I really used to dislike it, cause it made me sound about five. Now I've gotten used to it. (anything to seem younger for girls, right? Or so I've heard.) =) Two Parts of Your Heritage: 1. Don't have a clue 2. Someone once told me that I had a bit of Irish, but it wasn't something proven. Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now: 1. Earrings 2. Underwear Two Things You Would Want in a Relationship: 1. Good sense of humor 2. Dependability Two of Your Favorite Hobbies: 1. Swimming 2. Reading Two Things You Want Really Badly At The Moment: 1. My yard to be magically weeded and taken care of. 2. Spicy Sushi Two pets you had: 1. Casper 2. Shasta (both cats) Two people who will fill this out: 1. Don't know 2. Hopefully everyone Two things you did last night: 1. Watched Futurama 2. Hard Boiled Eggs Two People that live in your house: 1. Ben 2. Derek (though not at the...

It made me think of my favorite lyrics. Which....actually I have WAY too many of. These are just from the past two days. And I've had to restrain myself from adding more. Cause who the hell is gonna read all these anyways? =S I can feel an Angel sliding up to me - Murray Head - One Night in Bangkok. This one is special. Ben didn't know this song, but now he always associates it with me. Especially that part. Which makes me feel warm and fuzzy. =) Just let me say it's been a good day, so don't ruin it, by running away, cause I just might put up a fight to be with you tonight, I know it's not right. - Toby Lightman - Front Row. I think I have quite the fangirl crush on Toby. She is awesome. I love her whole first CD and want the second. I'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song.Am I more than you bargained for yet? - Fallout Boy - Sugar, we're going down. And you know what? I LIKE Fallout Boy. Yes, perhaps they are really pop punk,...

The "bitches" has come back. I think I got it from The Boondocks cartoon. I'm not even sure. I've been having moments lately where I'll be like it's fine....fucker. Like I'm TRYING to pretend I don't care, but then I decide that I might as well let on that I do a little. Like something the other day....someone was annoying me. And I was telling Ben and I was like..it's fine really. Ass face. Hee. It makes him laugh. At least he isn't running, cause I am crazy. After the nice note from the landlord, I spent the morning yesterday worrying. Like how do I even KNOW what her fucking standards are? And then I realized that I can only do the best I can do. Even without set standards and I just need to work on it. So, I just resolved all day to get home and work on the fucking yard. That's all I can do. Is work on it. I'm not naive enough to think it will MAGICALLY be done in one day. Cause the truth is, must like most things in my life right n...

I'm really kinda having a crappy day. This morning at work I realized that my time is neither important nor valuable. I should really stop trying to help people and think that they will appreciate it. I woulda been fine, had she not started talking about doing this for that person, or doing this, and helping this person out. What about me? I could use some helping out. In my twisted brain, this whole "time" thing became that I was neither valuable nor important. At least to some people. (It COULD be hormones, I don't know.) Then things looked up, I got some lovely emails from Karina and then one from my boyfriend! (who will not be told that I almost cried over the sandwich he made me for lunch today), and that makes me happy. Emails make me realize that SOMEONE is thinking of me. So my attitude perked up, and perhaps I would not be sitting here typing this had I not come home to a letter from my landlord. Basically saying she can and will kick us out if we don't m...

I don't have pictures as I neglected to take my camera. Sad. sad. I was offered Brandy's but I have a hard time using other people's cameras. Plus, I am scared of breaking them. ANYHOW! I got all hookered up and waited for Karina and Airie. Then we went to Karina's to get everything settled. Milo and Otis is a cute movie, but WHAT THE HELL were they doing with that bear? That bear coulda ate both of them and not been full. Then we headed out to dinner...where? My suggestion of McDonald's was met with resistance. I decided to just take the bull by the horns and decide where we were going. I decided Road House, which was in the exact opposite way of which we were headed. Cause I have a NEED to be difficult, apparently. Tried to get Tammy to join us, but she was having fun with her kidlets. We got out there and SURPRISE! It wasn't an hour long wait! YAY! I finally got to try the Road House. All I wanted was a big steak. Or a petite sirloin. It was enough, definitel...

We had our benefits fair. Which basically explains all our insurance to us and then we all talk about our 401k plans. (so grown up!) This also made me realize that there is no way I could have a baby. It's too expensive even before the kid is out and I have to pay for diapers and all that crap again. Our insurance isn't the best, but it's fairly cheap and better than nothing. After reading it over, I realized that preventative medicine and visits don't cost me much out of pocket at all. But major things? Like a C-section say? I have to pay 1200 dollars out of my own pocket. And that's a low estimate. It's really kind of a relief to have it decided for me. I don't need to worry about it. Which means I am not about to play russian roulette with my birth control. Someone was like...no, it would prolly be fine to use them a month later. Yeah, but I'm not taking any chances. They also have some new rules in play about 401k's. We can put some money into a ...

About a week ago, I was taking my birth control pill and I happened to flip it the right way to notice, in LITTLE TINY LETTERS (oh the irony), that it said the pills expire 7/06. Yes, next month. Not really very far away. I take the pill all funny, I was "tricycling" except my own body would start my period before the pills said. So for a little while, I was taking 3 months (9 weeks), then the spacers, then 2 months, then the spacers. This worked well. They even warned me that my periods would start being lighter. Neat, I thought. I used to get the depo shot and I NEVER had my period. And it never bothered me. I had utmost faith in that shot. Not the pill. EVERY TIME I have a one day period, I freak out. I could SO be pregnant! Every freaking time. And boy does it get old. And the cramping seems to be worse. Plus the bleeding is sometimes not even enough to warrant a tampon, but otherwise it would make a mess. And I think I have a little tiny bit of my hymen left. Cause occas...

I've had a weird day. Not necessarily a bad day, though it DID have all the makings of one. (Did you know that we sell DRUGS at the bookstore? Me neither.) We opened early for a Sunday, which means I needed to be here at 9:30. Usually it's 11:30. Which is awesome. I don't feel like a zombie when I stay up too late on Saturday, as I am wont to do. Last night I tried to get to bed at a reasonable time. But it was not to be. I'd stayed up REALLY late Friday, cause I could, and then I slept REALLY late Saturday, cause I could. (Don't GLARE AT ME LIKE THAT, I'm sorry) Really late = 2 or so. Granted I DID wake up before that, but I managed to get back to sleep. I can't actually sleep through until 2. I got woken up properly. Which usually happens when I am still in bed when he wakes up. Which is AWESOME. I spent much of the day laying in bed. Not putting pants on. It's this new thing I am trying. I don't wear pants. It's awesome. Later, I decided to ha...

I had a really good weekend, I am working on a post of it. Cause it was awesome. Just today though, I've thought of SO many things. Like earlier, I picked up the phone at work and I felt it slip, and I KNEW I was gonna drop it, and then have to apologize to the person on the phone. Cause it would be LOUD. Anyhow, as it slipped from my fingers, I managed to throw it upwards, which with my luck, would only make it hit that much harder. (Perhaps I could SHATTER the phone and then they will make me go home!! Squee! It COULD happen.) But instead of it falling, it merely spun around in my hand and I caught it at the exact same time. All ninja like. Or Matrix like. I wasn't sure what to liken it to. It was like that one time when I was going down the stairs and I over tripped and I KNEW I was going down (perverts), but my other leg shot out, with no input from my brain, which was busily rushing through scenes from my whole life, and saved me. It was like...you're NOT GOING DOWN TO...

I got a phone call, cause OH BOY! I get to be the receptionist today /sarcasm, and she wanted to know how much we would buy her books back for. I said...the book department won't tell you, but if you go on-line there is a link, where you can put your ISBN. So she says ok, and then just stays on the line. After a few seconds I realize that she wants ME to look up the book, as opposed to doing anything for herself. (And she is chewing, while she's on the phone!) I go through everything to get there and she tells me the book title. (HELLO! I said ISBN) So, I ask for the ISBN and she says...oh, I don't have the book with me. I don't know that. (Stupid bitch) Then I figure what the hell, I'll transfer her to the book department, they'll prolly yell at me, but I am answering the phones all by myself at this point and I do not have the time to try and get this bippytwat what she wants. (So far I've heard nothing from the book department yet.) Keep your fingers cros...

add music to playlist randomize post lines from first 25 let people guess songs and artists maybe they get a prize. (you wish, suckers! Just kidding, you can have my adoration that you know the music.) 1. I been searching for someone to satisfy my every need. 2. It helps to think we might be sleeping underneath the same big sky. (Somewhere out There - Ariel) 3. Get closer, get closer now. Just love me, til you don't know how. 4. You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life. (Dancing Queen by ABBA - Ariel) 5. There's something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast. 6. We were strangers, starting out on a journey. 7. When you looked at me, I should've run 8. If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho 9. Dancing bears, painted rooms, things I almost remember. (Anastasia - Once Upon A December - Ariel) 10. Dance your cares away, worries for another day. 11. All my instincts, they return, And the grand facade, so soon will burn (In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel - Ariel...

(Tylenol helped. (:) My head hurts. A lot. I WILL NOT BE SICK THIS WEEKEND. I WILL NOT BE SICK TOMORROW. I ONLY have to get through EIGHT hours. It's not that bad, body. So shut the hell up. And you better not have a fever, I will be checking.

My tummy is hurting a bunch today. Too much. It's icky. I am DAMN determined to get as much extra time as I can. Since I HAVE to use vacation days as an eight hour block, I can work up to 4 hours and still get paid for the vacation day Friday. If I actually got up to 4 hours, I'd have a hundred hour paycheck. Which would rock. Course, it's much smaller by the time I get it. Stupid taxes. But my tummy is rebelling. I'm not sure why. I was fairly good today. I had a donut for a snack. That might have been the culprit. I DID NOT embark on this healthier eating kick so that my body will not allow me to eat any junk food. That's crap. Yesterday I ate Bugles. They were so good, but were so bad. And I'm starting to get a headache. My ear was glued to the phone most of the morning and now I have a headache. Got quite a bit done though. I love some companies. Others are retarded. One asked if I could hold and I said sure. What she must have meant when she asked me that, ...

Foamy. All the Way! Ill Will Press

Do any of y'all know how long it took me to make the button work over at Myspace? Seriously. I figured out that I needed a to make it all unclickable, so that the button will be clickable. Most likely, no one noticed. Shame on you guys. Ok, I'll tell you. Under Heroes, I didn't have any. Now I have foamy. Foamy really kinda rawks. Foamy the Neurotic Squirrel. Anyone who hasn't seen his videos, should. I like The Amityville Toaster. Or Medicated Baby Heads. Or the Santa one. Or the singing one. "Worship me, or I'll stab your eyes 'til you bleed." or "Soooo, I'm a squirrel and you're not, How pathetic you are." "You don't have a bushy tail, you don't have squirrelly wrath, you just kill to destroy. While I eat some nuts." Yeah, it's a little psycho. The BEST KIND of psycho. Join the Foamy Cult. Watch the Jiggly butt one. Anyhow! This was about how much time I spent trying to make the damn pictures be a link button...

I stayed up too late last night. After getting home at 11, I just didn't even feel tired, until about 1:00...and maybe not even then. It was more of a...holy crap! I need to get some sleep. I was trying to add music to the Ipod. I succeeded in adding the better part of two albums. And then I passed out. Only to wake up at 4, wondering what the hell was going on. Then realizing that nothing was going except that I needed to stay asleep. Woke up at 5:55, right before the alarm went off. Rushed through everything, didn't make lunch, and made the bus, even with the detour. Only problem? I didn't need to be here until 10 today. I got here at 9. I am still staying until 7, cause they need me. I can't get over-time what with the vacation day on Friday. That vacation day is LOOKING GOOD, right about now. Only 3 and a half more days, Desiree, really. It'll be fine. That extra hour on your paycheck will be nice too, right? I'll get to the comments tomorrow. I need to go ...

I decided that since we had the extra kid, and Derek was being very amused by Josh, I would clean the kitchen. Josh rocks. They went outside, they wanted to color. They didn't even watch much TV, they just were amused. It was awesome. I tackled the VERY daunting kitchen. Put my IPOD on, sang with it, being careful to censor myself. My music is not entirely kid friendly. *shock* I moved the microwave, it had collected years of cereal underneath it. I moved things around. Got all the dishes done. It was an uphill battle. And then I realized that I was running out of time. And I needed to get my stuff together for Birdie's party. And I still needed a shower. It was insane. Sorry to be such a pain in the butt for everyone involved. Like making you come get Josh, Tammy. I hadn't even thought it through. I just wanted to make sure Derek had his "Josh-time". And thank you, once again. Also, tell Cruz thanks, sorry to make him drive around. I'm a pain. I was late to ...

I'm not just tired, I am fucking exhausted today. I lose at the bus today. I kept thinking I have plenty of time, I do, really. But I didn't. When I went for the bus that was already going to make me late, I saw it go around the corner before I got there. Ever determined to not be TERRIBLY late, I soldiered on. I said..Derek, can you walk it? And we went. At one point, he like C'mon Mom, feel the burn. And I was just like...yeah, I already feel the burn, my feet burn. Him - Oh, uncomfortable burning? Me - Yes. Outta him - I'm sorry, I just meant like for gym class. (he's funny without meaning to be.) We watched one bus go by. Had I looked when we'd passed the bus stop, we mighta been able to wait and not be walking so fast. We got there with about 5 minutes to spare. Not bad really. It's gotta be at least a mile, and we did it. I was pretty hot and itchy by the time we got there though. Fucking allergies. I hate allergy season. I spend all day trying not to ...

EWWWWW! I just had a bug on me. I don't like it when things are crawling on me. It was a pincher bug and it was going for my THROAT! Seriously. Then I found a piece of popcorn in my bra, from the movie AT 5 TODAY. Damn shirt, for letting it fall down there. Damn boobs for sticking out. (Wow, that's outta control...I didn't mean it...no damning the boobs. But there is really no reason to steal food, k guys?) Anyhow. I'm still a little steamed after that last post. Friends should not let friends be orange. FRIENDS should say, hey, your hair is way too FUCKING orange, k? Fake red never works well on me. I'm not a red head. Oh well. Picked up an extra kid so that Derek is amused. I really like Josh. He's always quiet and rarely any trouble. I think it's because he's scared of me. Which is weird, my own kid is not afraid of me at all. I guess I'm scary. I didn't know. I'm sorry if I've scared anyone.

That's my advice today. Like any of you asked for advice today...oh well. How about this? (MY HAIR! I know! Apparently, I did not realize how ORANGE it was? That Burgundy color was GORGEOUS, the first day. Not so pretty when it faded. Orange hair. Good job Desiree.) This is a picture from my kinda prom. Heather was my date. It was for New Roads and we did it at the Hult Center. There was drama. Of course, get a bunch of mall rats together and THERE will be drama. It was still fun. I danced with James, and I was SO excited. That was all so long ago. Had to be at least '95. YAY! Tammy in the bodice. Everyone got in that bodice. That was a good party. Crazy, crazy times. I love my picture book. Course, it WAS Ariel's bodice, so here are her boobs too. I like to take pictures of boobs. There's a surprise. And Jesse, coming in half way through the party. Doesn't that sound like Jesse? I think that Jesse is the constant in my life. Jesse and Ben. The two people I've h...

Soooooooo, after all my talk about being confused about Ben, my worries come back to me. Like usual, I'm rather good at beating myself up. But hey, everyone's gotta have something, right? I'm GREAT at telling myself off. I think part of my problem with criticism is that it's already something I beat myself up over, at least sometimes. But then when someone feels the need to bring it to my attention, it's that much worse. Then I'm just like...wow, I'm REALLY right, I suck. I'm used to beating myself up, but I guess I am also used to pushing it out, pushing all the self-recrimination away. Just pretend. Fake it 'til you make it. The other night I had a dream. I only remember bits and pieces of it. The best pieces and the worst. The best piece was at the beginning. Ben and I wanted to do something naughty, but we couldn't seem to find the right spot. We kept sneaking off, and oh! the ILLICIT-NESS of the whole thing. It was terribly exciting and I t...

Everything was fine, almost fantastic, until I had to cover the Customer Service area for a lunch. And everything there is usually fine. Except one guy. One guy who REFUSED to understand that we only send up to 13 ounces first class mail. Actually, I believe that it's only up to 13 ounces everywhere. After that you have to have some different service. Which we do not offer. We are limited service, ass. I firmly insisted that we COULD NOT send it, and he just as firmly said that he HAD SENT ONE JUST THE OTHER DAY AND it went fine. I showed him our list of prices for ounces, and he was like...well, hey WE ARE GOOD AT MATH, so we can just add on. I told him that perhaps someone was confused and they sent it, but they shouldn't have, I also told him that all I know is that we CAN NOT send anything over 13 ounces and his was over a pound. I started helping someone else, after telling him I was sorry. He said, don't be sorry, be yourself. WHATEVER THE F*** THAT MEANS. Ass. He lef...

I realize that a lot of my problem is that I must have things SPELLED out to me. While I am REALLY big on actions speaking louder than words,especially after a few guys threw "I love you" at me just to get my attention, I need to hear things sometimes. Ben and I don't say it a lot. I know that he feels that way. Or maybe I don't. I mean, logically, if he didn't love me, he wouldn't put up with me. I don't know anyone who can put up with me for very long and all the time. That's for sure. But logic plays no part in my head. None. Instead I find myself wondering if maybe he just stays cause it's "comfortable". And if I, yet again, have to be the one to break things off. I ALWAYS felt like Jake didn't really want to be there. He would rather be at a party, or with his friends. Just anywhere but being at home with me and our baby. Anything but spend time with us. And after awhile, it just got old. Throw in his quick temper and I finally ...

I smell like Vanilla today. And I think it might be time for an old fashioned rant. Better to be pissed off than sad and uncertain, right? The new girl is the worst new girl EVAR. She and SBAW are vying for being the MOST HATED by me. And everyone else. SBAW tried to change her schedule, cause something came up last minute. (Oh I feel SO BAD! How many times have I not been able to do this or that because of work? Be an adult, realize that SOMETIMES you don't always get your own way.) NO ONE is switching with her. No one has offered. It's kinda funny, since I am so hateful. But NEW GIRL? Oh, she just takes the cake. The other day, we were talking about Frank and how we miss Frank (we being Charles and I, she didn't know him.), and I was like...well, that's what happens, EVERYONE leaves, everyone but you and I, Charles. And then I tacked on The talker, cause she's been here for 15 years!!! And NG was like....I don't know how she does it. I said...well, you do wha...

I spent all day using my hair to hide the HICKEY on my neck. What am I, 12? Hee. Actually, I bruise easily and stuff, so it doesn't take much. And man am I sore? Was it worth it? Yes, it sure was.

Saturday, we went out for dinner. We walked home, ran into one of Derek's friends. Apparently, he lives right down the street. His Grandma was awesome. Had 4 boys in the house, and was not in the least bit overwhelmed. She just sounded like she knew what she was doing, and she kept saying the Derek is exactly like his friend. It's good to know that she has that much patience with kids, so perhaps they should hang out over the summer sometime. It was cute, watching them all run around like little monkeys in the rain. Plus, they have KITTENS. OH THE KITTEN LOVE. SO SOFT AND FUZZY. Kittens become cats, much like babies become kids. *sigh* When we got home, I noticed one of my many little notebooks laying on the counter. The front cover was open, most likely by accident and written inside...and I'd TOTALLY forgot about it..was something I thought in a sadder moment. I was just too sad. And I wrote..."What it all boils down to is that I will never be good enough." And ...

ATTACK(NINJA STYLE *wink*)OF THE MEMES. You Will Die at Age 76 You're pretty average when it comes to how you live... And how you'll die as well. What Age Will You Die? Pretty average? That's not very nice. You Are an Espresso At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping Your caffeine addiction level: high What Kind of Coffee Are You? ESPRESSO! "Are you threatening me?" ;) You Are a Blueberry Margarita Honestly, there's no one quite like you. And believe it or not, most people think that's a bad thing! You're open, wild, friendly, wacky, and tons of fun. You have a big personality... and a big heart. What Flavor Margarita Are You? YUMMY BLUE. Your Stripper Song Is My Love Is Like ... Wo by Mya "My love is like...wo My kiss is like...wo My touch is like...wo" You're the full package - and you let everyone know it! ...

So..I know I didn't come visit in TWO DAYS. I'm sorry. I'm trying not to let my new toy take over my whole life, but it's hard. Thursday night was spent mainly on the Internet trying to ascertain HOW the hell I was supposed to get the cover on, since it didn't come with the damn solution the website said it did. The damn website said apply the solution and then put the cover on the thing. All it talked about was the solution. I had no solution, as I said before. After searching the Internet, cause the website for the product told me NOTHING about not having the solution, I've been informed that the "solution" is soapy water. And apparently worth 5 dollars, cause the package on the website was 5 dollars more than what it was at the bookstore. And with my discount, I got it for about 12 dollars. Anyhow, it's SUPPOSED to be fantastic, but forgive me if I am JUST A LITTLE scared about putting water ANYWHERE NEAR MY BRAND NEW IPOD. It works though, I...