Sunday, January 22, 2012

Anger Management

You know you have anger issues when you get aggressive with a pregnant lady over 13 cents.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

New Apartment-Empty

Lovely counter

Bright living room that was immediately covered with curtains. 

See how bright? How could we watch tv?

The living room has a door, that never closes, but am oddly delighted to have.

Amazing raging river behind the house.

Laundry! In the basement! That only I use!

Lots of doors, going to the backyard....

Not my bedroom.

My bedroom. No radiator, thank goodness.

Kitchen nook. 

Backyard, that we have sat in once.



Obsessive Compulsive

I can spend whole days off thinking that my whole life will be put in order if I just put the couch on the other wall! OF COURSE! That is what has been missing!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Suck It Sunday

I have not been this sick in years. I'm around people a lot more now so my chances of being infected are significantly higher. I got the flu shot for the first time this year and I am one of those crazies that now believe it is evil and I won't ever get one again. I was so looking forward to this season, my first at my new job, loving the fall, but things have kind of turned to shit. On top of all my personal problems, feeling sick just amplifies them. I slept yesterday from 10am to about 7am the next day. Today I've just been roaming from bed to couch to bed to couch, whining the whole time. I think of all the stuff I have to get done but every time I stand up I get dizzy and have the lay back down. That might have more to do with my "liberal intake" of cough medicine than my sickness but WHATEVER.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Think Twice

I don't know what possessed that sales lady to put her hand in my hair so she could tell me it was nice, but after her arm heals she'll think twice before doing THAT again.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Dreams of dangling pitt bulls danced in my head

So right this second, right this very moment, at 6:58 am on August 30th, I awoke from a dream where I had a pitt bull dangling from my elbow. That I was carrying around and asking who it belonged to.
From what I can remember as the dream is now fading, I was outside at some sort of market when this lady walking a light brown pitt bull said 'Oh god! Someone new! Hide her!' To which I immediately climbed a series of pipes (at an outdoor market no less!) and wrapped my arms and legs around those pipes like I was starring in a Mission Impossible movie. *For the record that particular move would be Mission Impossible since I barely have the upper body strength to pick up my cat since he's gotten so chubby.
So there I am dangling from pipes in an outdoor market when suddenly I turn and I am face to face with the light brown pitt bull. There are suddenly steps made of bales of hay under the pipes I am dangling from in the outdoor market. The dog looks nice and I think 'Awww, why was I dangli....' when the little fucker reaches out and latches onto my elbow.
NEXT THING YA KNOW, we are in what appears to be a fancy restaurant. The dog now dangling from my elbow isn't aggressive, Hell, it's not even heavy. I keep walking through asking EVERYONE if this is their dog and they all keep turning away. Finally I went up to some girl and said 'JUST YANK IT OFF!! I DON'T CARE IF IT TAKES THE WHOLE ELBOW!'
She had to yank really hard and when she finally got the dangler off, my elbow had teeth marks all around it and I was bleeding! Badly! All I had in my purse was a receipt and I asked a waiter for a napkin and he yelled " AREN'T YOU GOING TO BUY ANYTHING FIRST?!?!"
Then I woke up to pee. The end. Well, I'm going to call my therapist, so certainly not the end of THIS little story.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Army Crawl

I wonder how many of you have army crawled to your window to shut it because you heard the neighbors kid and knew you lacked the self control to not lean out the window to tell that childs mother that the first time she has taken him out all summer should not be on a rainy day and PS meth-head, smoking under my open window is one thing but I wonder what child protective services will think of story hour on the swing set while mom's auditioning for the role of an after school special of how EXACTLY you don't want your life to turn out.