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Where's My Bed?

I'm in one of my rare giddy/giggly-- it took me three times to type that, I kept typing gidgly (which I may make into a new word)-- moods that only comes along when I've been deprived of sleep and also happen to be in a pretty good mood. (More)

Survey

I don't even remember where I found this one. I'm so tired. I accidentally clicked the window shut before I got the addy. If anyone recognizes where it's from, let me know so I can give credit. (More)

What Kind of Funny?

On the Phone

I'll be the first to admit that I'm not at my best on the phone-- I'd much rather talk face to face, fire off a few emails, or click-clack through some IMs-- but my kids are the worst. No, really. They are. I'm not even exaggerating. (More)

Bjork

A do-over because I was displeased with the old one.

Life From the Couch

I figured that since I seem to wind up passed out there so often lately, I'd make the couch my new bed. At least until tomorrow night. It's nice until a random child awakens me from my blissful (medicated) slumber only to bother me with exciting conversation that makes me want to reach for the bottle. Any bottle.

Rasputina

Drugs

The pain in my throat was unbearable yesterday. I knew I was going to the doctor the next day (today) but I didn't know what to do in the meantime. Nothing OTC was working. I turned to the hard stuff.

I only took half a percocet because I had to go out and do some food shopping. No, I didn't drive. I'm not that stupid. Mom drove because I was all "Wheeeeeeeeee! Look at the pretty colors!" The Girl even asked "What's with mom? She's all weird." to which I replied "Kids. This is your mom on drugs. See? Drugs are bad! Ooooh, kitty toys.."

Dead

I haven't been posting lately because I've come down with an acute case of death.

Ok, I'm not actually dead. I just wish I were.

Sam the Eyes

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Yay and Nay

My head is woozy and my eyes are at half-mast. That can mean only one thing: It's list time.. (More)

Since You've Been Gone

(I dedicate the title of this post to my 13 year old girlfriend, J. Rock on with your bubblegum pop self, man!)

So my father left today for his trip that may either last a month and a half or forever. None of us are sure which. At this point, we're just glad he's out. We can relax and tend to things in our own fashion now, without worrying when his next "mood" will strike.

The Wild Goose Chase

No, I wasn't chased by geese. Again.

Not this time anyway..

Rush

Oh. My. God.

This week/weekend has been a blur. I'm not even sure when it started. I was just racing along, then I was coasting along, now I'm on the side of the road with steam pouring out from under my hood.

I can't even string together enough words to form proper sentences, never mind paragraphs. That means: List Time!

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You Ask, I Tell

Here's your chance, people. Not only can you let me know who you are, but this is also your chance to ask me about anything. Yes, you can ask me anything your little heart desires. And I'll try my best to answer as honestly as possible. Can't promise anything.

C'mon! You know you're dying to ask something. Give a girl something to post about. Or at least let me know who you are. I'm dying to know.

Drah-mah!

I was swamped with things to do at work last night. It was so unexpectedly busy that there was much to straighten out and put away. I didn't think I'd get it all done. Ok, I didn't get it all done, but I did all that I could. But that's not the drama. Oh, no.. Have a seat and let me dish.

A Family of Addicts

I realized it today when I was in the bathroom and I spotted the Neosporin (anti-bacterial ointment) and bandaids out, that my family is filled with nutty addicts. We can't even get addicted to drugs like normal people do. That's for amateurs.

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Ennui

Today I spent the better part of the day debating whether I really wanted to go out shopping. I have this overwhelming sense of ennui and can hardly be bothered to do much of anything. You know it has to be bad to keep me from shopping.

A Whole Lotta Meme

I've been tagged by the amazing Edana to do this meme and thank goodness because my mind is shot and I had nothing to write about. In fact, I'd forgotten about posting until just a little while ago.

Without much more ado, here we go...

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Sane vs. Insane

I've been giving a lot of thought to why I seem to attract so many mentally unhinged (or would it be sanity challenged?) people.

It's like I told my mother: Whereas my cousin-- the oft mentioned Den-- was very accident-prone growing up-- a pool broke when he was in it, he was hit by a car twice, broke his arm during a wrestling match, totalled my father's car-- I seem to be crazy-prone. Or like I told J: I attract psychos like mentally retarded (or is it mentally disadvantaged?) moths to a flame.

If It's Not One...

It's the other...

I got an email from an ex-boyfriend today. Oddly enough, I'd been expecting it. I had a dream quite a while back that he'd be writing me again. I wasn't sure if I dreamt it because I was dealing with The Mad Poet's letters and, well, why not pile this onto that? Because that's usually how my luck goes. And since I seem to have gotten rid of The Mad Poet-- I'm sure it's only temporary, he never did give up easily-- it only makes sense that the other would pop back into my life.

My Trip to Hell

I went and took the exam today.

My dearest, darling baby cousin came by around 8 AM and we quickly set off. I quickly realized that all of us on the road were going to the same place. Heads were staring off at the left side of the road, searching for the turnoff. That was one less worry on my list. If I got lost, we all got lost.

So Sorry

Dear London,

Sorry for my self-absorbed panic attack yesterday. Some things are more important than others. My thoughts are with all of you over there. Take care.

Chastened,

R

Can't Post

Too busy panicking.

And getting ready for test on Saturday.

I'm doing it today because I'll be too busy to tomorrow. So maybe I'll actually post tomorrow. Maybe.

Now I need to go throw up.

More Meme

Stealing yet another meme from Ms.Q because I've got nothing, people. Nothing. Maybe I'll have something after a good night's sleep. But don't hope for much.

The Questionnaire

Since it seems that I've gotten rid of all psychos and stalkers in my life, it's only time before the next one pops up. I've become practical about this. I figure that any future suitor will have to answer a basic questionnaire I've come up with. I've been fine tuning it, with the help of J. It always helps to have a guy's opinion on this stuff.

Total Meltdown

I can talk about it now that it's over. Well, mostly almost over. The freak out part is over at least..

Let's start this over. I had a total meltdown last week. Major test coming up, not enough time to study, then the person who was going to be my model backed out on me. All of this with one week to go before The Test.

This and That

You know you love them. You can't live with out them. You just have to have them.

Lists!

Or maybe it's just me? Yeah, it's probably just me..

Spastic Geek

That's my new title for myself.

The problem is that I try to do about fifty things at once and my body won't cooperate and I wind up with bruises. I have a lot of bruises. I've always had a lot of bruises. I come from a long line of spastic geeks.

Levitate Me

When I said that I needed to get back into yoga, I meant it. I've been doing yoga with a vengeance. A peaceful, soothing, meditative kind of vengeance. It's become more addictive than my morning bowl of crack flakes. Probably because I've been in dire need of stress relief. Which would explain why my body went into old lady gimpy mode. If I had to say "Oh, my aching back.. Damn! I think I threw it out again." one more time...

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