I feel like I've "arrived"

I received my first spam comment. I feel like I'm on the red carpet of the blogging world. It was in Russian, and talked politics (which I NEVER do) and was NOTHING about my post. I think it would have only been better if it had told me I could increase the size of my penis and/or helped out my long lost, gazillionaire uncle from Uganda.

Rhetorical questions I'd like answered

Why do drivers that cut you off get mad when you call them out on it?

Why do other parents jump down your throat when they don't think you're doing a good enough job but can't seem to control their child in public?

Why does the chicken want us to continually ask why it's crossing the road? At this point, isn't it old enough to not need someone holding it's wing?

Why can't we all just get along?

Why does the co-worker think he's hot stuff when I have continually pointed out his many faults? Hygenie being at the top of the list. Dude, you stink. No girl wants that in a man. Take a shower. Use soap. Lots of it. Cut your hair regularly. Shave your face. You can't grow a beard. Those sploches make you look like someone played a prank on you but missed your eyebrow. Quit smoking. Throw away your clothes and get some that fit. No. Even the hobo down the street doesn't want your stanky rags. And finally figure out you are just too damn scrawny to drink any more than one beer. When you come to work smelling like a brewery (and not a good one mind you) it makes us all want to vomit. Oh. And he fish in my office. He's mine. I've bought everything for him and cleaned his bowl 10 times more than you. He belongs to me. Now, quit looking at me because you want to tell me some poor taste nerd joke you've already told me at least 12 times. It ain't happenin'.

need. caffeine. badly.

not that i'm overly tired... i just feel drained. like i could sleep for days. or it has everything to do with the fact that i've seen the sun for about 5 minutes in the last 3 days. and tomorrow it's supposed to snow?! what the fuck is that all about? sheesh.

what weird? here's for weird. a year and a half ago, i wanted my ex-bf and his new (not sposed to be) gf so gone from my life i occasionally wished them dead. hey, i admit i was wrong and super messed up about it. well a year ago, i made the decision to just deal with them since they obviously weren't leaving my life. i was going to make the best of a bad situation. last week, i hung out with them. with alcohol. no one died. no one even got mildly upset. this weekend? i'm going to borrow a dress of hers for a dance thing i'm going to. (my clothes aren't fitting the wrong way. it upsets me. i don't want to wear the ONE dress i have that fits and i don't have a new dress in my budget.) we're a similar size, i'm about 4 or 5 inches taller than she is. this is totally weird for me. i'm littered with bruises from trying to wake myself from the dream. but obviously i'm not dreaming.

*dazed*

my fear of public speaking

i haven't passed a single speech class. i hate having to speak publicly. i feel as though i start talking and stop making any sense or even following the topic i was speaking about. i ramble. everywhere. we lovingly call it "tangentialistic". i claim the word. i have a flag. do you have a flag? no, then it's mine.

I shall call it: Dog Chow

Put down your name, and then I'll write each answer according to what I think of when I think of you! If you participate, the rules are, that you have to do this on your site too! If you're not tagged in this, play anyway!! Although this may be dangerous, I'm willing to try but I do reserve the right to not say the FIRST THING that pops into my mind. You'll thank me later.

1. I'll respond with something random about you.

2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.

3. I'll pick the first flavor of jello i think of

4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
(if possible. If not, I'll say something that only makes sense to me.)

5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.

7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.

8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.

9. I'll tell you what season you remind me of.

10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours...just copy and paste.

*** this is from my friend's, jobe, facebook page. she's too funny and a hoot!

balloons!

i love balloons. i mean really, who doesn't? these are left over from a little "in house" sale. i get to keep them now. yay!

because of the name only

and i'm not allowed to actually have tequila anymore. at least, not in shot format. this has not been tested in margaritas extensively enough.

i changed my template. i'm bored. it's wednesday. what do you want from me? actual content?! yah, read another blog for that. this is mostly so i don't get too irritated and kill jm.

holy crap. my cat is bathing. somehow she makes that sound like a washing machine from the 70's that (somehow!) still works. i remember those. they were noisy hunks of metal.

*snapshot tequila -- but honestly it's JUST the name i like.

cute for cute-sake #2

this little friend is the latest wallpaper here at work. he (she? i can't tell!) is an african pygmy hedgehog. he's about the size of a hamster. and ever so cute!!! snugglies!

cute for cute-sake #1

this is currently my wallpaper at work. i had to post it. i mean, c'mon. the cuteness is staggering. i, for one, welcome our new cute-tastic overlords.

quickie

i don't have much time. gotta run back up front. i'm pretty sure the time up there will fly by though. there's stuff to do and my mind is otherwise occupied. yes, that's right. i will be completely geeking-out for the duration of my afternoon and into this evening. i'm sure we can all guess why, so spelling it out isn't really necessary. it's too bad socrates won't be able to see me. i look hot. *sizzle* hehehe...

yep, complete dork.

now where did i put that...

it's your glasses. or the phone. or the remote. or the milk. you can't find it. you've looked everywhere. it's not possible for it to just pick up and walk away, yet it's no where to be found. "zeghs, it's in your hand." *hangs head* five whole minutes spent looking for the damn milk. and i'm holding the container in my hand.

your phone? your mobile? the one you're talking to me on, socrates? that phone you can't find? at least we can laugh about it. :) the milk was funnier, you know it was.