I haven't been posting anything because, well, I have nothing to say. I think the most exciting thing that's happened to me lately is the 1/2 price Lean Cuisines at the grocery store this morning.
So, I will throw some random thoughts at the keyboard.
I'm moving once again, but this time it's only 150 yards, two houses down, and I will have a dishwasher again. The dishwasher makes it all worth it. Thinking about painting the kitchen red, but maybe that's too played out and so 2006? I don't know. Painting blows anyway.
Since going off the pill, I've stopped getting migraines. I never connected my migraines to the birth control, but apparently the gods want me to suffer because I refuse to bare children. Also since going off the pill, I'm getting zits sometimes and I feel like I'm 16 again and should be paying more attention to the 10 minute long Proactive commercials. My choice basically some down to zits or migraines? YOU try making that decision. It keeps me awake at night. If I slept at night. Which I don't. Even on my nights off, I find someway, somehow to stay awake. Last week, I read Twilight then the second book in that series (New Moon maybe?), in two nights. A lot of people told me to read these books, and I never listened to them. Because really? Vampire/werewolf drama love story involving teenagers? C'mon. But I did indeed get sucked into the story and I've always had a thing for vampires, so yeah. I recommend them if you have six hours straight to read a book, because you really won't want to put it down.
It's been brought to my attention by co-workers that I'm scary. Yes, scary was the word used. And intimidating. And someone not to fuck with. Of course, these were all impressions I made when they first started working here and met me, and since then I've obviously made them more comfortable if they felt like they could tell me I'm a horrifying monster. One of my best friends is someone I work with. She started working here 4 years ago, so I asked her if I gave her that impression when she met me. Her response? "Yeah, you did. But I decided to force you to be my friend instead. And it worked!" And yes, it did work. Anyway, this information really surprised me to be honest. I don't consider myself that type of person at all. I am a little shy and reserved when I first meet someone, and when it comes to new co-workers... Well, let's just say I've seen many new people come and go in the past 7 years, and I just don't care about them. I don't want to be their friend, I don't want to make silly insignificant small talk. I just want them to do their job right, then leave. Does this make me a bitch? I don't know. But the thought of little old me actually intimidating someone? Beyond my ability to grasp.
My cats need to go on a diet. Since moving out of J's place, they've both gotten chunky. I assume it's because they don't have Baxter to wrestle with day and night anymore, and the two of them run around and play for maybe 5 minutes at a time a few times a day. I don't know how to get a cat to lose weight, especially when they don't even eat that much. They eat less than what's recommended on the food label. So, I don't get it. But they are both still very cute and lovely and cuddly, so I'm cool with my chubba wubba kittens.
I think the above paragraph is the gayest paragraph I've ever written. I'm sorry. Can you see why I haven't been writing? I'm so uninspired.
Oh I forgot the good news about my new place! If I can afford it, I can put up a fence and finally get a dog! I still have my Zo-butt next door at my parents, but she became my dad's dog years ago when I moved out. She still loves me lots though, I'm the only one that can still make her jump and run around like a puppy when I walk in the door. She makes me all love struck when she does that.
I haven't been to the Humane Society to volunteer lately, I think I'll go this week sometime to see if any of the dogs really grab my heart strings. Oh wait, they all do. I guess I'll have to pick just one.
Dooce wrote a good post about volunteering at the Humane Society and finding a dog a home, and yes, it made me cry and gave me chills. Go read it, if you haven't.
Ha it's pretty funny that I'm directing all my "traffic" to go read dooce and her little tiny website. I'm sure she appreciates my help.
Alright, that's all for now. Please tell me how much I suck in my comments. I'm sure I'll nod and totally agree.