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People should follow through with what they say they're going to do. I'm not mad -- I'm just confused.

Gag

Perhaps it's not wise to buy strawberries from 7-11. Barf. Although to be fair, I can't really throw anything up ever since my surgery, so it's just retching and spitting basically. God help me if I ever get food poisoning or get something evil in my tummy, because nothing's getting out that way!

Nostalgic

This was me on my last day of work. See ya, bitches! I'm outtie!

You

"You are a GMILF."

Living in a material world

OK, I will admit that I have a disgusting amount of clothing. I don't even know how one accrues this much, except I did change sizes a couple times so I have different sized stuff. But weeding through this mess has been a huge job and I'd say I'm maybe 40% of the way there only (and that's if I'm being generous). I took 4 big boxes over to Goodwill today. There is SO much more to donate. I also started selling my designer things (some with tags) on eBay. Money money money!!

I'm often criticized for having too much clothes and shoes, but believe it or not I'm not hitting up the mall every week. And I don't have a husband that buys me shoes and goodies because I whiiiiiiiine that I neeeeeeed them so I can stave off depression for a day or two. (Although I would not object to having one.) Sugar daddies, please apply here!

Anyway, I have to go back to my clothes clearance and laundry!

O...M...G

That's all I can really say. Some people are just truly demented! I'm done playing with little children. Any adults want to chill?

I'm "middle-aged" apparently so I can only chill with ADULTS. I don't want to get arrested as a pedophile yo.

No Yokos

Burnt toast, burnt toast!!!

Taken for a fool

Whoa, le Blogger totally changed their UI. (I say "UI" because I am a nerd, I learned.)

There's so much I want to say and can't, and it's kinda nagging at me. But let me just say it's really nice to have a sane person's validation that I'm not in the wrong, and that someone else very much was. It's not me, it's you.

Cartoon Colbert loves you.

You make me tired

I'm sick of trying.

That is all.

On Prozac

Not me. Dakota. She just started 10mg of Prozac this morning. We have some big behavioral challenges to overcome, and the Prozac I'm hoping can just aid in that. But we have work to do. I'm going to work with an animal behaviorist (but no, not Cesar Milan). She got kicked out of doggy day care yesterday (again) for getting aggressive with another dog two days in a row. So frustrating!

Oh and now I have to book her somewhere else to board while I'm in Illinois next month, too. :(

Illness finds me

Oh dear, I think a spring illness has found me, although I'm feeling slightly better in the last 2 hours, so we'll see. I have a sore throat (on the right), aching right ear, and my right nostril is threatening to run at any moment. It has that runny/sniffly feeling. Hoooooooooooray. But I will fight! Or I'll just sleep a lot. I can do that now, since I'm not working! And it's convenient that I'm already seeing my PCP for a check-in on Monday. But maybe by then I'll be feeling better.

 

What's the deal...

Probably one of my favorite clips from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I watched it after my stomach surgery in January and nearly burst my stitches on several occasions. It hurt so good!!

Me, age 13

Oh gross

So last month when I was in Florida, I noticed a bump on my stomach and I thought it was a bug bite. Fast forward to today, when I visited the dermatologist and found out it is probably a cyst (although possibly something else) and I must have a minor surgical procedure next week. Oh, joy! I was like, "yeah, bring it! Get this off of my body!" She must usually get more of a reaction when she mentions a procedure but I was totally cooooooooool. Come on, I've had pretty major surgeries and a freaking bone marrow biopsy. I'm certainly not afraid to have a giant zit cut off my stomach!!

Oh, and she kept trying to worry me about the scar. Um, hello lady, you just saw my stomach. It has 6 dark scars on it from my surgery in January. What's one more?

Oh, it's Wednesday?

Wow, sometimes people amaze me with their carelessness and callousness. Is it that hard to pack up a piece of pottery to make it safely two states through USPS? Um, apparently, because the pottery jar I painted for Dakota didn't make it here. It's in like 100 pieces because stupid ex-friend couldn't even put some bubble wrap around the thing. Duh.

I think she did it on purpose. Call me paranoid, but I think she simply didn't give a crap, therefore didn't care how she packed it. Well bitch, YOU paid money to ship it, so it's your loss! And uh, P.S.? I kinda hate you.

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Anyhoo, unemployment's a weird thing. Thinking about road tripping to Illinois (back to the parents) in May. Some people might not agree. But MY MY MY decision. :) It's going to be 4400 miles round trip. Wowza!! Holy guacamole. Looooooong drive. I would take DK with me.

I'm going to keep quiet about my thoughts about my old job and all that. I have nothing bad to say about the company at ALL. I think I just had a negative experience because it wasn't the right fit for me. And I hung in there (almost) 5 months, but it just wasn't working. It wasn't going to, either. And I knew that...

It was abrupt and I feel bad about that. My old team is scrambling a little but... I felt like I had little other choice. Sad. Very sad.

Wow!

Ladies, Gentlemen, there's something you should know -- underwire bras are actually not the devil as my mother had me believe for 35 years! I went and got some and they make my girls happy! Let's dance!

Possible BIG news

But hold on there eager beavers. You just have to wait until next week to find out, just as I do!

That's all

Ya know

Sadness has turned to anger. Like, some wicked white hot anger. I much prefer anger over sadness anyway. And I just had some yummy avocado rolls.

Sometimes I really ponder the point of this blog -- sometimes I think about people that might be peeping. Am I such an ego maniac that I think my writing is special or cool and I must accrue readers and comments? Nah. If I ever had that inclination, I'm over it now. You're never as cool as you think you are, right?



PEE-ESS:
(that looks dirty!)
I'm gonna kill my whiny dog. She won't stop, and she has the most annoying whine ever!

Ugh, boo, nay, bah, bleh...

Ugh to stupid TV companies and their GD disputes with cable companies. WGN isn't being carried by DirecTV at the moment because of some dispute.

Boo for forgetting your wallet at home when you're buying goodies you need at Target.

Nay for DVD players that quit working when you rely on them everrrrrrrrry night to help fall asleep!

Bah to booze.

Bleh to food and all the stress it causes me.


Although I did buy a new DVD player @ Target (once I went back home and got my wallet out of my other bag). Ohhhh I so can't wait to try to hook it up and f-a-i-l. I'm 8 years old, and a dumb 8 year old at that. Does anyone want to adopt me? Can I bring my hamster Rosie?

Hair!

I need hair advice! Do I grow, or chop-chop?