She came running across the street from the neighborhood by my work. I can't believe she made it all the way across 4 lanes of traffic during the lunch hour. Anyway. She's staying at the store now, till we can find her owner or decide what can be done with her. She's just the sweetest thing ever.

it's fuggin' hot outside today. I thought that mowing before 10 o'clock would eliminate the sweat and whatnot but i was so totally wrong. I hate the heat. I guess it's better than being cold all the time, tho.

oh my god, you have to see the safelite commercial. it's the stupidest windshield replacement ad i've ever seen... actually, it's probably the only one i've ever seen... heh. so... look for it. enjoy the singing.

when i was younger, i had a reading-tree for a while. i'd read for hours, watching my pet chickens and guineas. i hated those stupid guineas. i had no idea they'd be so territorial... they actually would try to corner the hens and peck at 'em. we ended up eating the guineas after a few months. we probably shouldn't have... a while after that, we came home one night to find all my chickies dead. one was still barely breathing, trying to hide in the back-porch. someone had opened the gate to the pen and let their dog in to maul the birds. meh. i hadn't thought about that in years.

One of my exes is back in texas for a little while and sent out a 'give me a call while i'm in town' email to a few people. I dunno... i think i'm still friends with him even tho we don't really talk. I've talked to him a couple times online since we broke up and once on the phone. i guess it's really not that weird... we weren't together that long. not long enough to really have history or anything. but it was one of those relationships that leaves you with some headfunk. bah. i'm not saying any of this right. there's no headfunk. there was confusion and some heartache-ness at the time and then since then it's actually one of the better memories of the pre-Boy days. but i still wtf about it sometimes.

anyway. i think i want to at least talk to him... see what he's been up to in the four and a half years since i last saw him.

Today I watched stupid shows from the comfort of the lovesac and cried over fictitious heartbreaks.

I have had better days.

I hate reading the news. No matter what part of the world, it's all bad news. Yesterday it was Polish researchers rescued from polar bears. Apparently, it was a very narrow escape... the bears were only about 60 feet away when the rescue team got the crew off the island. I feel bad for the bears... they were just hungry and wanted a snack.

Can charcoal lighter fluid combust? I mean, I know it's flammable/inflammable (esplain to me why that's true) and all that.. but if it's left in its own container and it's in the sun, can it just burst into flame? I'm tempted to say 'no' because mine hasn't yet but I wonder if it's safe to continue the experiment...

10 Years Ago:
I was 16 and bored. I didn't have a job yet but I was about to get one based on a manager thinking I was a perfect little angel. At that first job, I learned that managers are devious creatures, I started to swear profusely and I had my hair caught in a key making machine.

5 years ago:
I was 21 and had just moved to Dallas and in with a new boyfriend. Probably the stupidest/best thing I'd ever done. Not the stupidest. Not the best. But the stupidest/best. Anyway. I worked at a lawfirm and had to get up at 5.30 every morning to take a shower and catch the bus. The boyfriend said later that he used to watch me get ready for work and liked that I dressed up. I think that was the first time a boy had ever really said anything real to me.

1 year ago:
I was in Mexico with the boy of my heart. (I never dreamed about the perfect boy but in my heart, I always knew what he'd be like.) I think we wandered around Puerto Vallarta all day and talked about what it would be like to live there some day.


Yesterday:
I sat in front of the computer or TV all day. I played Sims2 and did laundry. Nothing exciting.

Today:
I mowed the grass and updated my resume. I managed to submit it to two companies and I'm hoping it wasn't a mistake. I think it's the right thing to do, though, because my current employer isn't trying to give me a reason to stay. The boy thinks I should give an ultimatum once I have an offer and then choose. That's quite possibly the scariest and best idea ever.

Tomorrow:
I have to work. The boy will be going to get Ben and maybe we'll watch a movie or something.



Now:
I itch. I have poison ivy or something equally as dire. Also, I bet you're picking your nose. Stop it. It's gross. (also, you should complete this lil survey thingy. it's fun. bastards.)

I have poison ivy. Or poison sumac. Or poison oak. Something poisonous. Or at least something that's an irritant. Whatever. Stop making fun of me and listen. It's on my right wrist and upper arm. And on my left hand... I actually had to take my wedding ring off because it was causing the irritation to WRAP AROUND MY FINGER. My index finger is all stupid looking because there's a big bump on my first knuckle that looks like it's about to burst if I continue to flex my digit.

It's gross and itchy and took a full week to really manifest. Strangely, that's normal. What's not normal is that after it finally DID manifest, it spread. See, it's not supposed to spread like that. What's supposed to happen is that the oils get on you, surreptitiously. Then, you scratch or something and spread it. Unawares and shit. THEN, a week later, you start to itch everywhere and there's no stopping it because you SPREAD THE OILS A WEEK AGO! Now what I did was this. I apparently got into the irritant. It left a small irritated spot on my arm. I washed thoroughly with soap and water and it was fine. For several days. And THEN. Monday morning, I woke up at 5AM and was itching like mad. It was still contained to one small spot but now it's getting bigger. And more red. And swollen.

Fucking plants with their biological need to irritate. What's the point? There's no point. It's not a defense... we only kill the shit AFTER it irritates. Animals don't eat it, that I know of. And if they do, it's not an issue.

The end result of all this irritation and stuff is that now, every little itch becomes the subject of inspection and coating with Ivarest.

I will be completely pink by the end of the day.

Thanks to Kelly Sue for this one...

the Wit (56% dark, 30% spontaneous, 27% vulgar)

your humor style: CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat. I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer. Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion. PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Jon Stewart - Woody Allen - Ricky Gervais AND FINALLY -- after you rate my test with a sweet, sweet '5' -- you must take this test next: The Genghis Khan Genetic Fitness Test. It's not mine, but it rocks.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 56% on dark You scored higher than 37% on spontaneous You scored higher than 43% on vulgar

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