Another 25 things

I decided to make another list. It's fun, and cuts out that whole need to be coherent.

1) I did nothing social this weekend. My house is really super clean now, though. ROCK.

2) I am really knocking things off my To-Do list now that my social life has come to a screeching halt. Why my social life has come to a screeching halt is a bit of a mystery. People are just… gone. On the other hand, a dead week for me is only seeing friends a couple times a week, which my friend M pointed out isn't actually bad. Still sulking though. It's different when you feel like your friends are ignoring you versus being new somewhere and still making 'em.

3) Got my hair cut. Love feeling less than disheveled. Can barely tell a difference, but feel better nonetheless.

4) Got the car washed and serviced last week. New headlight and windshield wipers, too. Whoo! Sucked that I had to get out of the house early on Saturday for my haircut and drive in the pouring rain (which would have been lovely at home with tea and a book) but, on the other hand, got to enjoy my new wipers. What? The other ones suuuuuucked.

5) Might be going to the beach this summer with my sisters and nephews, plus other family TBD. Trying to pull together a last-minute trip. That would be great.

6) Finished Books V and VI in preparation for Book VII this weekend (do I really need to clarify Harry Potter?). Am SO excited and am SO looking forward to it. Probably will have no shortage of social activities as soon as all I want to do is stay home and read.

7) Bought a second copy of Book VII for my mom. She sounded sad about having to wait to read it, which, hell no, mommy. I'm on it. :)

8) Saw the HP movie last week. Was disturbed that I spent a chunk of the movie thinking that Harry's quite a hottie, especially after reading a NY Times.com interactive feature yesterday which started by showing the first movie and talking about how vulnerable and young they were, which, yikes… so little and cute. So, I was lusting (kinda) for a boy who literally a boy in 2001. Perv.

9) Speaking of hot, while I am quite annoyed by all the recent Posh-Becks-in-California mania; however, I have added David Beckham to that other To-Do list. Damn, he's hot. Everytime I see him I get momentarily dreamy. Yum.

10) OH! HEE! That job that sucked donkey balls? They've closed their doors. I'm sorry for my buddies who have been there years and are trying to scramble now, but the owners can suck it.

11) Am still dating. Weirdness. Yeah, I am avoiding talking about it. I have my reasons.

12) Lots of rain lately, which is needed, appreciated and enjoyed. It cooled everything off enough that I had my windows open most of the weekend. Nice.

13) Cleaned out my laundry room this weekend. Got it mopped, rearranged and reorganized. Have been wanting to get the cat boxes out of my office, so am now trying 'em in the laundry room. Seems really nice so far.

14) I hope I'll use my office more now that I have the cat boxes out of it. Have so much work I want to do and want to make that space a real magnet for creativity. Plan is that it's a carrot-versus-stick-approach to getting my ass off of the couch already.

15) Oh, forgot to mention that I saw Harry Potter at the Drive-In (not the Drive-Through, which is what I kept saying possibly annoying my date). Anyway, the Drive-In rocks so hard. I really wish I had known to go when I was still smoking 'cause I would have loved smoking through the movie. Need a comfy chair, a nice sound system and a picnic and will be all set. Plus, it's only a mile from my house so why I haven't gone before is beyond me.

16) Last week at work was crazed. Am not doing any work this morning in retribution. Well, in laziness. Takes a while to ramp up after the weekend.

Okay, I was going for 25 but am stuck right this minute. To be continued…

:)

This just in…

Last night I had an erotic dream about Stephen Colbert.

This seems like a bad thing. Is this a Bad Thing?

Oh, golly.

pissy and pitiful

I am totally not in the mood to cook, but I've got a gazillion dollars in produce in there from my trip to the Farmer's Market. (I should add that thought to my mental list I keep making on thoughts/ideas that need words (the opposite of giving a definition?). Produce-going-bad-guilt? Maybe that should be… defreshguilt? I dunno.) SO much food that needs to be cooked. What the fuck was I thinking?

Ramble, ramble. I am SO tired. And I did nothing at work, nothing. Okay, a thirty minute meeting on tchotchkes for an employee gift to celebrate (I kid you not) a bedding collection (a… booklight! an… aromatherapy candle!) for a hotel chain. And then an image search — stock, now — of a model in bra and panties (it's lingerie) in her twenties. Who looks [nationality]. Who is smiling or laughing or in some way looking sweet, mischievous and playful. Sexy… but not slutty! And blonde! And… have to see the product. Oi vey.

I sound like an old Jewish lady tonight.

Anyway, that's all I did. Oh, also tried to refute a really bad client idea (this client takes EVERYTHING to focus group. I've heard of design by committee and I've seen that (the CEO's wife doesn't like green! the author's wife is a designer and has sent over HER version of the cover! everything damn thing ever at the Large Beverage Company!) but never design by focus group. Horrifying: the group likes the imagery style from Group D, the color palette from Group B, and *god* so on. It's blowing me away. Then have to work with our sweet-useless-perfectly-groomed-lady-of-a-certain-age of an account executive… who, y'all… she comes to US to ask about deadlines. My coworker and I look at each other in bewilderment before saying things like "but she's the one talking to the client. Isn't that HER job?!".

But, yeah, actual design work? Not so much. Lots of time sulking about not having plans for the 4th. Which… why the fuck do I not know of any parties? I got nothin'.

I feel very low and friendless. And it SUCKS being single on holidays. Geez, fuck, every damn friend I have here has a boyfriend but me — seriously — and they all have fun plans and the rest I haven't heard from. This is a full on temper tantrum, bitches! Bitch. Moan. Whine, whine, whine. I know I sound pitiful, but I'm not only pitiful — I'm also pissy. And pissy about being so pitiful. Dude.

And I have to image search chicks in bras. Skinny girls! And I pulled out my fat clothes yesterday! *flinging self across bed and punching pillow*

Whaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!

Okay, I'm done with the whining. Thanks for listening. I'm going to go fry some vegetables.

Maybe I'll drink a glass of wine, too.

(Oh, and my tooth hurts. Amd still doing freelance; meeting about it tomorrow. H is going to make me get on top of my house (long story). I have another ant infestation and it's making me kind of nuts. Anyway.)

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