Because it’s still Thursday…and I have nothing better to do right now. Shut up.
Admiring: my ability to look like I’m working while I’m actually blogging.
Beating myself up about: The fact that I’m 28 and still get nauseous at the thought of going to the dentist.
Crying over: Nothing. It takes great amounts of frustration to bring on tears.
Daydreaming about: Things that really should be making me blush…
Excited because: I get to leave work two hours early today!
Frustrated because: I’m leaving early to go to the dentist.
Grumpy because: people keep asking me to fix their paper jams in the copy machine and it burns my fingers. Every. Single. Time.
Hate-filled and seething over: my pot smoking, alcohol chugging, obscenity screaming neighbors. Yeah…the NEW ones.
Indignant because: I have to work for a living.
Just shoot me now because: I don’t get to have any lunch because the combination of lunch + dentist + gag reflex = Disaster. And I’m freaking starving!!!
Kidding myself regarding: My dreams of becoming a superhero/ninja/international spy.
Listening to: m-flo (Japanese pop group)
Mooning over: The way the American men’s swim team wear their Speedos.
Need: a haircut, some new clothes for work, and a vacation.
Obsessing over: My ongoing bathroom repair project.
Praying: That my grandparents stay in good health for a while.
Questioning: my choice of footwear. Why did I buy these shoes?
Reading: The Host by Stephenie Meyer (or at least I will be soon).
Singing: in Japanese. This confuses my coworkers…I see that as a bonus.
Trying: not to vomit (remember that whole ‘dentist’ thing???)
Unnerved by: that thing I saw yesterday that I’m refusing to talk about. Yeah…it was gross. And no, I can’t get it out of my head. And yeah, I know it was totally photo-shopped but that totally doesn’t help. I’m seriously scarred for life. Be glad you didn’t see it.
Very Interesting Update: Robert called last night and dished about his relationship. He also told me that his arm was scratched up and bleeding freely. I asked him if he had been attached by a cougar. He didn’t seem to appreciate my joke.
Wondering: about what I really want to do with my life…cause this ain’t it.
X-rated action: Do steamy day-dreams count?
Yawning over: anything that has to do with Hollywood or celebrates. Not everyone cares about this crap.
Zoinks: Okay, seriously, zoinks??? Who says that?
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