Random.

I'm in a random mood, I guess because work is so slow and kinda boring. But I like it slow and boring, so I can do what I want. Sometimes I treat this place like I'm at home, except I think I do more work at home.
I have to get the last secret santa gift for the person I chose at random, which happens to be my boss. I already got her a cute ornament and hand cream for the first gift, a picture frame for the second, a fleece throw blanket for the third (all $5 gifts) and now it's time for the EXPENSIVE gift, I can spend up to $15 I think is the rule. I don't know what to get her. She is in her upper 30s, has 2 kids, a husband, a dog. That's about all I know about her honestly. I hate secret santa, ever year I say I'm not going to do it, but someone talks me into it and then I have to buy generic gifts for people who I don't really know outside of work, then I get some gifts too, but they are usually stuff I don't really need or want. NO SECRET SANTA NEXT YEAR. This is my oath and solemn vow. Anyway, if you are reading this, I don't care who you are or if I know you, please tell me what to get her.
So, I read this book called I'm With The Band by Pamela De Barres (probably spelled that wrong) and it's her own story about growing up and being a teenager in the 60s and being a hippie and a groupie (before the word "groupie" had a negative meaning) and some parts sort of dragged, but for the most part I was pretty into it. The whole hippie culture thing has always fascinated me, and on top of that she was screwing Mick Jagger, Jimmy Page, Jim Morrison, Noel Redding etc etc. I mean, what a life. I am so boring. If you want to read a light/easy going/fun but interesting book, read this one.
I still haven't gotten a haircut, I hate haircuts. I think I might as well grow it long again, it's already to my shoulders. Shorter hair = cute, but screw going to get it cut and keeping up on it every 6 weeks. I'm not cutting it again until next decade. I want to be a hippie.
And fuck rockstars.
Don't you?
I still haven't gone Christmas shopping. I ordered a few things off the internet for people, and I have an idea of what to get everyone, so that means I can wait til the last minute to go like I always do.
Sometimes I wonder why I even write this stuff. I don't think anyone really reads it. Maybe 2 or 3 people that I know of. I guess I should comment on other blogs more often, but I feel like I'm intruding on some close click of friends or something. I guess because most of the blogs I read seem to all be connected and they know each other and shit. They just all happen to be blogs that are fun to read! And I also noticed that I read almost all blogs written by women. I have no idea why. Maybe I relate to them more.
I won a new laptop case off Ebay, it's light purple with brown leather accents, it's pretty girly. I like it. It's made by MiMi and I really and honestly hope that doesn't mean Mariah Carey designed it. I only paid $21 for it, plus shipping, but the chick that sold it to me paid $80 (she claims) but her laptop was too big. Your bad, ebay chick.
So, there's these Hershey kisses sitting back her, they have New York cheesecake filling. I ate 3. Why do they have to be sitting there? I want to be skinny again. And wear my bikini again by next summer. If I wore a bikini now and you saw me, you would barf.