who is: bitter half (b.h.)- the other half in this yummy/crummy relationship
golddigger (g.d.)- my older sister who is on the market for a rich old man to lavish her with material items
tangerine dream (t.d.)- my older brother who lives in Dallas and is too busy to comment on the best blog ever
Simon- weasel number 1
Macaroni- weasel number 2
my precious- the laptop that will go kick your laptop's ass if it gets anywhere near me
why are you so mean/rude/stuck up/hateful/blah/blah/blah?
fuck you.
how is your site best viewed?
you get all the eye candy with IE6, but as long as people can read, my words of enlightenment should make the world a better place.
who is that handsome devil in the profile pic with you?
why, that handsome devil is tangerine dream!
do you have any friends?
i don't have any that i like...
what i'm reading
(disclaimer: the thoughts, ideas, comments, pictures, recipes, and grocery lists contained herein may not be reflective of the opinions, beliefs, eating habits, dreams, or shoe sizes of the blog creator. please direct all questions, rants, raves, and/or proof of your stupidity to the talking walnut.)
Saturday, March 17, 2007
random thoughts
- i went walking at the park the other day, and i think i met a deaf bird. i was stomping up to him in my typical, cumbersome way, and he didn't move. so i kept a comin'. (he was looking away from me.) when i got a few inches from stomping him to smithereens, he cocked his head and saw me. i've never seen a bird move so fast.
- Bitter Half is not home this weekend. i can't sleep when he's not here so i'm a zombie. (only without the rotting flesh and ragged clothing.)
- i'm wondering how i've managed to keep my job with my colorful vocabulary. i've hit the point where i only refer to coworkers as hookers, douche bags, jack offs, and fuck faces. that's what happens when you spend too much time working.
- i had a dream that one of my friends killed her boyfriend. it played out like a movie, and she did it in self defense. in typicalcinematic fashion, right as i was waking up, i got the eerie sense that she had plotted it and manipulated us all. i haven't talked to her today, but i hope i don't see her on the front page news later with a glinting knife in her hand.
- i'm going to try to start taking more pics of stuff and posting them. either i'm sick of writing and am resorting to visual mediums or i'm nostalgic and needing proof of the present. (i don't even know what that means.)
- right before i graduated high school, i quit caring about everything. i remember i wore the same shirt for about a month straight. (yes, i washed it.) at first i did it just because i liked that shirt, and i really don't care what people think. then, it got to be an experiment. i wanted to see if anyone would actually say, 'hey, try changing your clothes once in a while.' no one ever did. i'm sure they noticed though. they were probably scared to open their pie holes. now that i'm about to graduate college, i'm beyond caring again. i think i need to find a good shirt that i can ear mark as my favorite and just take the work out of getting ready in the morning. ironically, the shirt i wore in high school was a Texas Tech shirt. i don't have it anymore, or i'd use it.
- i don't know if this damn post makes sense. i think i'm just typing whatever jumbled thoughts are spilling out of my zombie mind. purple.
-i think those Mexicans, with their worthless peso and undrinkable water, are smarter than us Americans. why? because they believe in siestas. unfortunately, i just tried to indulge in one, and it didn't happen. nothing could be sadder.
-i have been reading non-stop these last few days. that means i've finished five novels and am working on 6 and 7, and i've been in school exactly one month today. i think they're trying to kill me so they don't have to give me a diploma, but it's not going to work, i say!
-i have nothing to look forward to this month. next month, however, is Spring Break. i hope mine consists of a lot of TV watching and some martinis and bloody marys. then, in April, i heard the new NIN CD is coming out. and, of course, graduation in May. i'm compartmentalizing my time in order to keep my sanity.
-my Saturday work schedule has changed so that instead of leaving around the time i need to worry about drunk drivers, i will be leaving at 7PM. i don't really know what to do with a free Saturday night, but i think it will involve copious amounts of liquor and maybe a little Scrabble to keep it intellectual.
-i just ate a sammich at Schlotzsky's, and i must say it hit all the spots. i don't know why i don't eat there more often.
you know when sometimes you hear a song, and it just transports you to another time and place in your life? i just heard one on the way home from shopping, and it amazes me how long ago that memory seems now. i was a whole different person back then. i've died and been reborn. what an odd thing to look back and see yourself and not even recognize what you see. oh. by the way, i'm all drugged up on cold medication so that could be part of the problem...
speaking of shopping, i had a pretty good experience this year. i didn't have to yell at any sales people , and aside from a total moron at CompUSA yesterday, almost everyone has been very helpful. here's a little clip of what i had been expecting:
wait...i lied. i guess youtube yanked the SNL clip i was going to show you so here's another one that's disturbing on so many levels i cannot begin to warn you. it's been circulating around for the past week so you've probably seen it, but if you haven't, then have fun!
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I'm feeling like a zombie today myself, so this post made total sense to me. :)
It took about 5 years for someone to have a go at me about wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans all the time.(not the same ones, but many of the same. lol.) I fooled them, I bought a black t-shirt.
:)mierda aleatoria
random thoughts
remember to point at the puppy while laughing at him. Do this repeatedly.
A puppy with self esteem is no puppy at all.
i'm a firm believer in the "point and laugh" method. it goes without saying that if you're going to laugh at anyone, you should point so there's no question about to whom the laughter is directed. and the new puppy made the rounds at the office where we all took turns laughing, pointing, and petting. he's probably only a little emotionally scarred.
24 hours of Ulysses? Perhaps you should point and laugh at the professor instead!
ken albin- i'd point and laugh at her, but i think the joke's on me.
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