I’m in WV, I’m on a computer that is set to 800×600 resolution, and I’ve been forbidden from changing it. This means I won’t be online as much. I feel like I’m looking at a Fisher-Price computer….grrrrr!!!!
All’s well, and I’ll try to write more later. I promise.
Heh…I didn’t blog yesterday. THE HORROR! Anyway, while at dinner with Todd and Cole the other day, we ran into Isaac, our 4 year old neighbor. (I could write for days and days about how cute he is, but I’ll refrain) Cole asked him what he did in school that day. His reply? “I peed a lot!” In an effort to make sure I had heard him correctly, I asked, “You did what?” So he yelled, “I PEED A LOT!!”
I’m starting to like kids. HAHAHAHA
My brother, who has every allergy known to man, and is forced to take injections of anti-allergy meds weekly, has just gotten a kitten. I sooooo can’t wait to meet the kitten, whose name is Jingles. Isn’t that just the best name you’ve ever heard for a kitten?!?
Maybe I’ll start liking kittens, too. HAHAHAHA
No, I can’t do that. Then I’d actually be like a girl or something…teehee
Interview went well. Very well. This means I will probably NOT get the job….heh. Either way, I’m looking at being content for the first time in, um, maybe ever (?).
I’ve decided to stay away from Survivor: Pearl Islands spoilers. BB was a little different, with the livefeeds and whatnot, plus the circus-like feel of the show. I’ve already seen enough spoilers for Survivor to know that I’d rather just ride along blissfully unaware.
Big holiday weekend for most of America. To everyone who’s going to travel, be safe. To everyone at all, have a great weekend.
Let me start by saying that my current hero is my mom. For many reasons. We were talking about me moving back to WV, which would also mean that I have to stay with my parents for at least two months (current lease issues…). Here’s a snippet of our conversation:
me: But, what if I want to have sex with some random guy?!?
Mom: Then I guess you will.
me: It’s not like I can bring him home, though.
Mom: No, but you can go to his place.
me: But I like ’em homeless (hehehe).
Mom: Well, that’s what hotels are for!
Now, this whole conversation was, of course, in jest, but if it is a preview of what’s to come, then I think I’ll be alright.