Finishing up my lunch break and I have a few things to get off my chest.
 

1. I am dressed like a preppy today. I seriously look like I belong to a glee club or a sorority. Or maybe I work at a bank. I like it. I’ll call this my Clark Kent outfit.

2. I need, not want, new lenses in my glasses. They are scratched and filthy. Two more months and I should be able to do this. I want, not need, new frames, so I can accessorize my poor myopic eyes.

3. I am currently sans health insurance. I hear a constant mantra churning in my fearful brain – “Please don’t get hurt. Please don’t get hurt. Please do not slip in a beer puddle. Please do not suddenly have brain cancer or vagina problems. Teeth, don't fall out now. Please do not suddenly need a lot of therapy.”

4. Yesterday, September 11th, I was riding the bus and noticed that there was an unattended black duffel bag on one of the seats that didn’t appear to be owned by anyone sitting near it. My heart began to race. I thought, “I am overreacting, but I should sit at the back of the bus just in case. If it’s a bomb, I may survive if I’m at the back.” Then I thought, “No, if I move away from the bomb, and it goes off, I am going to be mortally wounded anyway and will likely die a slow painful death.” So I continued to sit two seats behind the bag, hoping my impending death would be swift. I didn’t want to ask anyone, “Is that your bag?” because I didn’t want to seem creepy. Plus, I’m oddly shy at times. And I knew I was probably overreacting and that the bag most likely belonged to some gym enthusiast who was probably, at that very moment, screaming, “Oh F#!K, my bag! I hate my life!” I decided to take out a book and read to take my mind off the bomb bag. When I exited the bus, I’d almost forgotten about it, but when I walked a block I thought back on my near miss with death. Phew, that was a close one. I was almost killed….by a gym bag!

5. This weekend I discovered that Vince Vaughn is funnier than Owen Wilson, though they totally make a cute couple.

6. Watched the preview for Brokeback mountain, Ang Lee’s new epic about gay cowboys played by Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger. I’ll be there carrying a banner that reads, “I love gay men! I love gay cowboys! I especially love when attractive gay cowboys fall in love and then make out for my benefit.” In all seriousness, I think the movie is going to be really, really good. Plus, Michelle Williams is adorable.

7. I ate too much sushi for lunch.

8. I am not living la vida loca. I'm living la vida snore. Does one need to down shot glasses full of whisky in the morning to live la vida loca? Does one need to carry a gun? Does one need to be referred to as a “hood rat”? Can a Clarkita Kent live la vida loca just by being herself, or does one really need to become the Mistress of Mayhem? Can I live a sort of tame la vida loca, in which………….I have nowhere to go with this.

What’s on your chest today? Besides breasts, nipples, possible acne outbreaks, freckles, tattoos or painful chest piercings? I don’t want to hear about your painful chest piercings!

#6 - makes me think of Cartman. And pudding.

What's on my chest? Flannel Disney pajamas and a robe that clashes with said PJs. Yes, I am aware that it is 2:19 in the afternoon and that I leave for Chicago in less than 48 hours and that I am sitting at a computer in PJs staring at my to do list while the house smells like a cat box. I should be doing thing on my fairly lengthly to do list since I will be in Santa Monica tomorrow and then out until 9:30 then home where BlueErica is going to come over and watch me run about the house in a frantic state.

You know, the more I think about it, the less likely I am to move.

(Looking at front of shirt)

Uhm, mostly cat fur. The cats are being exceptionally snuggly- either they missed us, or are using us to take excess loose fur off their little persons.

I'll have to get back to you on the La Vida thing. I'm fairly certain that tequila is involved, if that helps.

Damn, I thought this was gonna be a thread about EH's bra

How about non-painful (other than a brief flash o' pain when it happened) nipple piercing? I gots one o' dem.

And here's to no vagina problems :cheers:

Hmm...Would you settle for livin la vida mocha? I'm fairly sure that one could do that by just drinking cafe mochas and eating lots of chocolate.

I keep thinking about moo cows. For the last few months at random times Indi has been scared of a moo cow that he says is in the bedroom. Chances are it is a product of his two year old imagination/the fact that he is afraid of shadows. Yet somehow I keep envision rogue demon moo cows that look strangely like the chick fil a cow.

I'm disappointed that I didn't pay attention to the fact that HM has already gone down for the HMH overlay. I would have liked to given it one more ride before going to Paris. Not that every inch of that ride isn't indellibly imprinted in my mind, but still.

I simultaneously love and hate OC. I love the climate and the overall newness compared to LA. I hate the homginy and the lack of anything remotely intertesting to do. Oh, I also loving having a paying job that I'm good at to go to.

CP and I realized that we can never move to San Diego. Why? We'd torture ourselves. We'd torture ourselves by driving up to LA far too often to see our families. It would exhaust us, physically, mentally, and financially. But we know we'd do it. And it's not even out of guilt. Honestly, at that distance, neither of our families would put up a fight if we skipped out on things. We'd do it because we truly WANT to see them, and it'd kill us to miss birthdays and holidays. If there's any reasonable way for use to get to them, we would. And unfortunately, San Diego is just this side of "reasonable", enough that we'd talk ourselves into going on a regular basis, which would severly impact our quality of life. Lame, but true. We'd basically have to pick our poison. Either run ourselves ragged making the constant treks, or constatly feel like we're missing out on the family time we both enjoy. Bleh.

I now own the most pairs of shoes I've ever owned at once time.

Sears "Essentials": This is what the old K-Mart location near us has become since the buyout. Sears name, K-Mart look and feel, Sears prices (at least for shoes). Very odd store.

I agree. I have decided that I want the poster... a really BIG one.

I need to figure out where my life is going. Where I want it to go, and what in God's name makes me happy, if anything.
I need to know what direction to move in, who to take care of first.

Why do I lay in bed at night and evision the sparkling trees at Disneyland? Because that is the one thing that without question, makes me smile, and feel happy.

I also wish I had some friends who were closer. Some of you that I have grown close to over the past few years? I wish you were here to cry to, or go hang with when things get rough.

If the bogeyman really does take the shape of our own worst fears, maybe he IS being taunted by the bogeyman....in the shape of a, well, cow. Man, if Indi is afraid of cows, that worries me. Or maybe Moo Cows are a tougher, scarier, demonic cow, as you say. Hmmmmm. Or has he been sneaking stand-up comedy acts on cable. Has he heard the term Moo Cow F#@k Milk? What are you watching around that kid?!

Oh, I DO love those trees. They are fairy magic wonderful.