Some Things I Love:
1. The Mind of Mencia. The dude. Cracks. Me Up. He's SO damn funny and smart as hell. No, really.
2. Weather just cool enough to wear a light sweater outside.
3. Two words: Auntie Anne's
4. Her hair. And her sweater. And her lipstick. Stupid Anthropologie model. Pfffft. *JEALOUS AM I.* Oooh, I'm thinking I need to show this pic to some hairdresser this weekend. Hmm? Hmmmm?
Some Things I Hate:
1. Those stupid, whorish, dirty Bratz dolls. I hate them. Hhhhhaaate.
2. Dogs that won't stop farting on you.
3. Hospitals. Ugh. The smell. The greenish lighting. The constant sound of coughing. Two days ago, it was decided that I would go with 2 other coworkers to visit an older member of the church I work at in the hospital. (And not wanting to be labeled the Office Bitch Who isn't Nice Because She's the Young One, I went.) As we sat in the room, listening to her talk about her colonoscopy, rectal hemmoraging, and collapsing veins, I began to get more and more uncomfortable. While I definitely felt for her, of course (as we will all be old and somehow failing in health someday), I could NOT keep the tendon? on the left side of my neck from hurting. The more she talked, the more I couldn't stop thinking about how I had to GET OUT OF THIS DAMN ROOM I AM SUFFOCATING and that tendon just got tighter and tighter, and I found myself moving my head akwardly to the left and trying to shift my body weight to relieve the tension. I was quite close to hyperventilating. I had to make a fist and hold on tight to the window ledge I was sitting on to keep from running out of the room. I am NOT kidding. *SHUDDER* Hospitals! Ugh!
4. That my husband always tells me when he has to poop.
Some Things I'm Confused About:
1. Why do British people lose their accents when they're singing?
2. Whatever happened to that akward little girl on Full House?
...Oh. Nevermind. Good Lord, I love Wikipedia.
3. Why did my car smell like Play-Doh last week?
4. What should I do with FIVE glorious days off in a row, my internet dears, WHAT?!? I am frantic that I won't spend them wisely and will go back to work all "this sucks ASS" if I don't get some SERIOUS me-time and some QT with the husband, if you know what I mean. Hmmm...
