March 2010
96 posts
There's this guy at work that's really starting to creep me out.
I’ve dubbed him “The Sniffer.” On more than one occassion I have caught him behind me at the time clock smelling my hair. He often walks by my desk and seems to be looking down my shirt. And just now I was standing in the empty hallway, which is easily 10 feet wide, talking on my phone and he walked by so close to me that his jacket grazed my arm. Now, I really don’t have a problem with anyone looking at my breasts because, seriously, they’re just kinda there and there’s no way to hide them, granted I really could choose clothing that’s covers a little more, but eh. But it is another thing completely to invade my personal space.
And if he’s trying to flirt he really needs to find a less creepy way of doing it.
Truthful Tuesday
I don’t say I love you. Ever. Not to my mother, not to any man, not to anyone. When my niece says it to me I give her a hug. If someone says I love you to me on the phone my usual response is “Umm…ok. I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
It makes me incredibly uncomfortable for anyone to tell me they love me. Most think that by my not returning their words I’m just a cold, unfeeling person. Actually, I’ve just never felt worthy or deserving of the love that anyone has ever tried to give me.
Listen
Just when I thought it was not possible for me to love Jared Leto any more than I already did…30 seconds to mars cover of lady ga ga’s *bad romance*
This is the most awesome thing EVER!!
And I’m going to see them again on April 17th!!
“New Rule: You can’t use the statement “there will be no cooperation for the rest of the year” as a threat if there was no cooperation in the first half of the year. Here’s a word the president should take out of his teleprompter: bipartisanship. People only care about that in theory, not in practice. The best thing that’s happened this year is when President Obama finally realized this and said, “Kiss my black ass, we’re going it alone, George W. Bush style.” Two months ago, conservative Fred Barnes wrote, “The health care bill is dead with not the slightest prospect of resurrection.” Well, if it’s dead, you just got your ass kicked by a zombie named Nancy Pelosi. Seriously, the last time a Democrat showed balls like that John Edwards’ girlfriend was filming it. Make all the botox jokes and she-shops-too-much jokes you want, but this is the biggest political victory a woman has ever achieved in America. Yes, Nancy Pelosi likes nice clothes. So does Sarah Palin. The difference is Nancy Pelosi pays for hers.”
—Bill Maher (via azspot) (via piscesinpurple) (via girlvanized)
Make You Feel My Love
Adele
I love her. Her voice is amazing.Make You Feel My Love - Adele
“A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.”
—
(via rosieandthepussycats) (via babybyme) (via sltwtrkisses) (via strangeninja)
ARB for my favorite quote ever!!
(via misscook)Ice cream for breakfast
My diet is invalid.
Boys are stupid.
“The concept of being in love with someone throws me. I understand “liking” someone. I understand infatuation. I’m REALLY familiar with obsession. But love is an elusive concept. I’ve never even come close to understanding it.”
—me. (via misscook)
If something happens to my neighbor, the one who has not one, but three fucking bird feeders on his patio so a ridiculous number of birds have been outside my bedroom window making an insane amount of noise since 6:30 a.m. on my day off,
I was probably responsible.
I'm laying in bed
and I can hear my neighbor clearing his throat through our shared wall. Sadly, that’s much more interesting than anything he could have heard going on in my bedroom lately.
If people I work with have already seen me in the parking lot at work it's too late to call in, right?
I just had four reduced fat Triscuits with salsa for a bedtime snack.
I don’t like the person this diet has made me become.
If I call you it's because I want to talk to you, not your 2-year-old.
It makes me crazy when I’m talking to someone and they put their kid on the phone. I love, love, love kids and I hope to have my own, but seriously, unless it’s my niece or nephew, I don’t want to talk to them. I will play dinosaurs with them for hours, lay in the floor and read books to them, rock them to sleep. Just never ever make me talk to them on the phone.
Two weeks ago
I started a serious diet/workout plan.
Two weeks ago my insomnia returned.
I am one cranky bitch.
It really wouldn't bother me
all that much that my hairs looks best just before bed if there was actually someone in bed with me.
