Wednesday, November 15, 2006

"I'm sorry, is my semen bothering you?"

So, this would be weird.

The allergic reaction is apparently to proteins from the prostate gland, which can cause "itching, burning and swelling in the genitals", or the victim might suffer "hives or swelling ... elsewhere on the body and the woman might experience difficulty breathing".

Yeah. That doesn't sound fun at all.

There's some good news: both techniques require the patient to make the beast with two backs "two or three times a week", in order to "train" her immune system.


/happy dance

So, I just got an e-mail from my HR lady. I can now get a DVR! No more missing Veronica Mars on Tuesday nights!!!


ps. So, I smell good AND I get a DVR?!?! Best. Day. EVAH!


It's that time again!

I can deal with purple.

Your Hair Should Be Purple

Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.
You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.

Sup, Mr. Cancer?
Your True Love Is a Cancer

Why you'll love a Cancer:

Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.
Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!

Why a Cancer will love you:

You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.
A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.

Um.... ok
What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to.

You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.

You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.

Your near future is all about change, but in very small steps. The end of the journey looks far, but it's much closer than you realize.

For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

I can deal with this. Cult Classics FTW!
The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.
But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.

Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski

Speaking of movies...
Your Movie Buff Quotient: 86%

You are a movie buff of the most obsessive variety. If a movie exists, chances are that you've seen it.
You're an expert on movie facts and trivia. It's hard to stump you with a question about film.

You Are 63% Indie

You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal.
You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure!

Your Lust Quotient: 46%

You are definitely a lustful person, but you do a good job of hiding it.
Your friends would be surprised to know that your secretly very wild!

Your Stripper Song Is

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I?ve got no
Soul to tell"

When you dance, it's a little scary - and a lot sexy.

You Are "Dizzy and Giddy"

Mmmm.. cherry pie
You Are Cherry Pie

You're the perfect combo of innocent and sexy
Those who like you enjoy a contradiction


For the past couple weeks, I've been a bit down. A little on the not-so-happy side. Less than cheery. Ok. I've been depressed. Gah, I even hate that word. It just sounds so... gloomy. And I hate gloomy. Gloomy and I... we don't mesh well. So, starting today, I've decided to make an effort to be not so gloomy. And let me tell you, it is working without me even having to do anything!

I get to work this morning, say my hellos to the co-workers and make my way to my cube. I'm booting up my computer (which, is a new computer, since my old computer effectively DIED yesterday... good times) and Amie tells me I smell good. "Oh, really?" I say. Then Jess chimes in "Yes, you smell really good". *beams* Now, I'm not sure if it's my shampoo, my body wash, my lotion or my body spray (or, perhaps the combination of the four) but apparently I smell fantastic. Which, is something that's always nice to hear. And, speaking of smelling good, I would like to point out that I was told I smelled great just this last week by a cute e-card.

So, the moral of today's post: if you think someone smells good, tell them. Because, who doesn't want to hear that they smell *delicious?

*ok. So no one actually used the word "delicious", but they really should have.

Music pick for the Day: "Regulate" by Nate Dogg and Warren G
Beverage for the Day: Cherry Coke
Socks for the Day: Red and black striped knee highs

Friday, November 10, 2006

/e needs a hug

So, I've been in my new apartment for one week. One whole week! I must say, I am really digging my apartment, and Jackson likes it, too, so /cheer! However, I only wish that my week had been happier. I'd spent the majority of this past week depressed and sad.
When we decided over a month ago to split up, we did so on good terms, with the hope that we could remain friends and still be part of each others lives. For a few weeks after the break up, we'd been talking more than we had for the last 6 months of our relationship. It was nice, and it made it seem like we may have been able to pull off being friends.
Fast forward to last Friday. I had spent the day moving boxes with Amie to my new apartment, then we celebrated by having some cheap wine (thanks, Amie!!). While we were hanging out, Scott calls and he was crying. Not being able to really talk to him while I had company over, I told him I'd call him back after she left. Well, Amie ended up staying until about 12:30, so after she left, I called his house and he was already asleep. I called him again on Saturday morning and asked him what was wrong. His response: "Nothing. I'm over it now". And this, ladies and gentlemen, is typical Scott. Frustrating, to say the least. Also, Saturday was the day that I was moving the majority of my things from his house to my apartment. For the rest of the day, he was very cold to me when we spoke, as though I had done something to upset him.
Skip ahead to Sunday: Jackson's birthday. Scott comes over for dinner and birthday activities. I pick him up, we get to my apartment, order food, eat. After we are done eating, I go to sit on the chair in my living room. Scott, on the couch, asks me to come sit by him. Jackson was by him, playing with his new Leapster, so I went to sit on the couch to watch Jackson play. Scott scoots over by me, puts his arm around me to cuddle and starts running his fingers through my hair. WHA?!?! I was all "Um, remember when you NEVER did this when we were together?". His response: "So why are you complaining?". UM... BECAUSE WE'RE NOT TOGETHER! At this point, I get up to get something to drink and then go back to sitting in the chair. It starts to get late, so he says goodbye to Jackson and me. I give him a hug (I'm a hugger, I like to hug people), and he leans in for a kiss. So, I give him a quick peck and get my coat on to take him home. Can we say "awkward"??

Then, Monday, he's back to being distant and cold to me. Big surprise. Tuesday, however, he calls me at midnight "just to talk". Apparently his "just to talk" is the same as "talk about how horny I am and that I could totally go find a chick and get laid". Yeah. That's what I want to talk to my ex about: him banging some whore that he'd find at the bar. Thanks for that mental image, Scott. I shall be sure to get some brillo pads at the store so I can scrub that image from my brain. Although, after his "I'm horny" talk, we did actually talk about actual stuff, like work and the like, so maybe we'll be able to do this whole "friends" thing. Maybe. We'll see.

I just hope that I can be happy again. I hate being depressed.
I need a hug.

Music pick for the Day: "Sugar" by System of a Down
Beverage for the Day: Cherry Coke *shock!*
Socks for the Day: Black and white striped knee-highs

Sunday, November 05, 2006


What are your icons? by _fallen_angel_

Wednesday, November 01, 2006


Well, this morning I went to pick up the keys to my new apartment. Very exciting! Got up early, picked up my keys at 9am and started work at 9:30. Tonight after work, Suzie and Mike are coming up to help me start moving stuff, like my bed and clothes. Then, we shall hang up all my clothes and it will be super fun!

So, starting to move is one reason I worked earlier today. The other reason was because we had a department lunch today at Cool River at 11:30. So, instead of coming in at 11 and taking my lunch a half an hour later, I decided to come in early so the day wouldn't drag on longer than normal. Anyway, we go to lunch today and Chris and Curt were already there, sitting at the bar. They had decided to take a half day today so they could drink while we had our lunch and will be spending the rest of the day playing video games. *jealous* So, we sit at the bar, smoking it up and chit chatting, then we go and order. I ordered a grilled chicken salad, and since I'm a picky eater, I requested to have no tomatoes or cheese on my salad. Now, in my mind, you'd think it would be easier to make a plain salad as opposed to a salad pilled with random "normal" salad toppings. I do understand that they have a normal way of making salads, so it's easier to make them all the same, but it just irks me that 9 times out of 10 when I special order my salad, it ends up not being done special. So, I picked off the tomatoes, onions, and tried to get as much of the finely shredded cheese off of my salad, but was unsuccessful at removing the majority of the sticky cheese. I ate what I could, but ended up not finishing it (plus, I was not very hungry to begin with, hence the only ordering a salad). After I had gotten up to go to the bar to smoke again, the waiter comes up to me and apologized for the salad coming with toppings when I had requested otherwise (I didn't say anything about it being wrong and had to tell others to not say anything, as I don't like making a fuss and just kind of deal with things). I think he figured it out from the pile of toppings that I put on Tammy's extra plate, as well as my unfinished cheesy salad. I told him it was fine and that I'm used to it by now, but he brought out a plain salad for me, which I did appreciate. So, thanks waiter-man for trying to make it right with me. It's not very often that restaurants will acknowledge an error and remedy it without someone complaining. You're the bestest! ^_^

Now, to work on stupid MI accounts for the rest of the day and then go lay on the floor of my new, empty apartment. Why?
Because it's mine. And I can.

Music pick for the Day: "18 and Life" by Skid Row (curse you VH1 Classic Rock!) (j/k I <3 you! ^_^)
Beverage pick for the Day: Wild Cherry Pepsi
Socks for the Day: Black knee highs with big, colorful polka dots