Hoo-eee. Work can be boring when the bosses arent looking after you. Like right now. Dum-dee-dum. Anyway, I thought I would leave a tip from the wise (me).

Fruits and veggies make great snacks! Not only are they low calorie/fat, and also have nutrients, but it also hydrates you!! No sodium!! GO CARROTS!!!!

Although, if you are anything like my roommate you get excessive gas with those nutrients.

I had God awful cramps this morning. I dont remember a time when they were worse. But my good friend, Tanya, who sits next to me at work had a pill I could take to make me feel better. I thought it was a generic Midol type thing.

However, it was not.

30 minutes after I took the pill, I realized that my ears were buzzing, any noise made me cringe. I turn to Tanya and asked her what the hell she gave me.

She gave me two doses of Vicodin with no buffer. I'm still freakin buzzed 6 1/2 hours later.

An advil will suffice next time I suppose.

Arg!!!

I'm being punished I tell you!! Alls I did was make out with some random guy, hoping never to see him again. And of course, he has to be in my freaking American History class. I would have jumped out the window if I could, but that would have brought more attention to myself.

Ah, well. Ho-hum-pigs-bum. I dont know why I am suprised. I make out with every guy I meet.

Man, I cant get enough of these Blog entry thangs.

I actually thought of something really disturbing (even more disturbing than the last entry). I thought I should get it off my chest. I shall not repress myself!!!

The other night, I was getting ready to go out with my chums, so I took a shower. I like smelling nice, you see. I wasnt walking so well that evening as I had just gone through a work out faze and was really, quiet sore. I had also just gotten my belly button pierced. So yeah, I went shuffling through my apartment, talking to my gal pal Jaime about how much I hated my job, when, in the background, we heard many many many sirens coming our way.

Who wouldnt be curious to see what was going on right outside my very apartment window? I mean, there were so many flashing lights, I felt as though I should put some "Ricky and the Sunshine Band" on and do the hussle (it was a like a disco light for those of you all who cant understand how my head works ie: everyone in the world including me). I was stopped however, from dancing my jiggy dance, by my very very sore muscles). I did, however, shuffle to the window to take a peek and see what was going on...

There was actually a cop right outside my window. I looked at him, he looked at me.... we looked at eachother.

I was still in my bathrobe with my hair wrapped in a towel. Dripping wet. And spying on him.




I've turned into my mother.




Lord have mercy...

I was driving to work this afternoon. I was just rained on, so I was very wet. I went to check my makeup in the sun visor mirror thing AND A GIGANTIC YELLOW SPIDER jumped onto my face. Obviously I freaked out, and luckily I was in Portland already, so I slammed on my breaks and jumped out of my car (all of which was pure reflex, which is why I was glad I was off the highway) and started doing the "Spider Shake" which involves lots of jumping around, and tearing at your hair, when a concerned police officer stopped. He asked me if everything was ok (obviously not dumb-dumb) but I felt too stupid to say anything, as he was young and hot. So I said "of course" and went back to my car. Much to my demise, as I went to go into drive, the GIGANTIC YELLOW SPIDER was on my shifty thingy, but the hot and young cop was still watching me suspiciously, so I had to drive the rest of the way to work. I lost the yellow spider. I don’t know where it went. Oh holy hell.

I wonder if I should move to San Francisco.

If anyone is reading this, I implore you to kill any yellow spiders you see. Show no mercy. If you can stand to be near them, rip their legs off one at a time. If you are as scared of them as I am, do what I do, and throw your shoe at them from across the room. They should get the hint. Actually they should die...but whatever.

Tuesdays suck.

I really dont want a yoyo, I just thought it had a nice ring to it. Missy_jo wants a yoyo. I really dont go by missy_jo either.