venus and mars

I am still in love with Paul McCartney because he's the only person who's never broken my heart.

every time I see your face

I had to go to the courthouse downtown to pick up a check, and I PARALLEL PARKED! and PARALLEL UNPARKED! and the unparking took just twice as long as the parking! HOORAY!

Now I am home to pet my little black daughter, who is rubbing all over the monitor and probably going to chew through the USB cord to my little pink mp3 player if I don't gently nudge her off the edge of the table. The brat will not keep her collar on. WILL NOT. They are indoor cats, but I would want her to have her tags if she ever escaped like Mimi does at home. There are days when this is the only creature in the world I ever want to see again.

My first board meeting is this week. sigh.

I probably should not wear the Baby Phat jeans. SNRK.

I also decided I needed TIGI Brunette Goddess shampoo. I am starting to be a leetle bit too high maintenance.

misfire

I need $80 Baby Phat jeans with a big gold cat on the leg.

DON'T I?

I has a tired. Pushkin has a noisy. These modes are not compatible. I wish I had a turkey leg or something to stuff in his mouth.

wisdom of the ages

Things I learned at my last job:

1. Keep your shoes on.
2. Do not call anyone "darling."
3. Do not allow dirty old men to call you "Princess," even if you ARE A PRINCESS.
4. Do not sign notes with hearts.
5. Do not cry in the bathroom, because THEY WILL FIND YOU.
6. Do not bring glitter to the office.
7. Sit at the desk at least 51% more than you sit on the floor.
8. Do not keep weapons up your sleeve or in your desk drawer, even if it really is just that bad.

What I have learned at my new job:

DO NOT PROVOKE THE WILD TURKEYS.

all good children go to heaven

I missed my Body Pump class tonight because my ovaries are waging war on my kidneys and upright is the most I can hope to achieve this evening; actually I am making my best efforts at a prone position as soon as possible. I was in software training all day today and could feel my head jerking every three minutes. I need to go to bed at eight-thirty.

ALL I WILL SAY IS - Someday I truly hope I start a job where I don't have to be the emergency accountant.

My arm hurts where I tried to iron it yesterday. TOO BAD ABOUT THAT.

I predict I'm about to go through a phase of trashy Star Wars fanfic novels. Le sigh. K19 comes out to bite me in the butt every few years anyway. I really do need to work harder at attaining my former state of pretentious yuppie. First step: Start listening to NPR again.

ain't no thing like a chicken wing

This is going to be the failblog if I don't kick it up.

I had to attend a Neil Diamond concert last night, because I am sweet-tempered and without vice, and therefore couldn't make someone go alone. It could have been worse; it could have been John Tesh.

My dad keeps telling Mom that she's a bad mother, and I am too old and tired for damage control at this point. I think he told her to move back or he wants a divorce (five years later), so I told her to find a job up here. She and I can get an apartment. WOOOOOOO!

I have chocolate mud mask on my face, and it feels like someone threw a pudding pie at me. SPLUT! as the kids say. Punker is taking adolescent psych this fall; I wonder if we can get retroactive therapy. I will admit that I totally superimposed the Lime Girls on that stage over Neil Diamond.

My child is here. Her tail is in my face. I hope she likes pudding.

can not cope

OH MY GOD I HAVE INTERNET AGAIN THANK YOU.

I could have gone without power for more than twenty-four hours but ONLY IF MY BRAIN HAD A NETWORK CARD.