Here is number 5 isn't it cute! 

Here is the newest member of my collection!

He arrived from China today!

Why can't we love Monday?

Sonic no longer serves Sausage on a Stick. The most brilliant breakfast food ever created. I love foods on sticks.

I managed to contain my grief well enough so thatI didn't swear at the Sonic Girl, but I wanted to. Instead I told her they really needed to stop changing their menu and drove off.

(no more: mango island fireburger, curly spicy fries, sausage on a stick, and they are always out of freakin' bananas and ice tea).

Teeth and Goldfish

I have recurrent themes in my dreams.

I am acting out the plot in my dream and my teeth begin to get really loose and wiggly and/or they fall out. I carry them around in my hand for the rest of night or else in a glass of ice water so that the dentist can put them back in for me. (my grandmother had this dream alot, too.)


I also have places I visit over and over. There is an underground cavern in my condo, Bill's house has extra wings that I keep finding, My condo is by the ocean, my parents house is on a mountain and is three stories instead of two with secret rooms of course. I always accept these places as home or correct. I have dreamed them so many times that they are familiar.

My pet gold fish swim in the air.

Then the usual cars with no brakes, going back to highschool and not knowing your schedule, flying, and being in shape enough to run marathons.

Oh yeah, and the ground is covered in poisonous snakes and I have to step very carefully.

The Decemberists and the Dresden Dolls

I try to listen to music outside of my comfort zone. To accomplish this, my sister purchases music for me and sends me CDs to play at work. Personally, I like the the music she chooses. Katie's tastes cover a wide variety of styles and she does a pretty good job picking stuff I like.

Kristin said the Decmberists sounded like I was being attacked by a band of gypsys.

BM said the lady on Dresden Dolls "sounded like someone had a hold on his privates wailing."

I told him tuneful music was out of style.

Oh well, to each his own.

I am a Gen-Xer!

"My email address is bozo underscore, hit the shift key and key next to the zero, you know it looks like a long low line, texas@hotmail.com"

"I understand."

"You know, an underscore is that long line at the bottom, the key next to the zero."

"Yes sir, I have it. I will send it right a way"

(All e-mail addresses have been changed to protect superior minds.)

Retraction

Ok, I take it back. I was just thanked by someone I helped.

It just gets hard when people call me up and complain because I haven't gotten their car repaired or their case moved faster than the speed of light or given them money to plan their child's wedding (as if a car wreck made them unable to afford a wedding). I am all goodness and sunshine to these people, I am polite, concerned and considerate and they turn around a bitch at me. I usually tell them to take it up with BM, but it irritates me because I bend over backward to be accommodating.

But this is what I really want to say, "Take charge of your own life, get a job, save money, find a way, lawsuits are not a sure thing."

Doo Doo Gooder

I have decided that helping people can be summed up in a simple analogy.

Some helpless/injured people are earthworms that we carefully scoop out of the dirt, take to the sink and rinse off while they poo their dirty little hearts out, and then when they are clean, we place them back into the dirt.

I am no longer an indiscriminate doogooder. I officially dislike the world.

Life in Hell

I got a hug and a kiss from BM today. So did Tashia.

I keep looking for a new job, but no one will pay me as much.

I am a sell out.

Descriptions

His new title is "retarded poop throwing monkey boy".

Monday

BM came into my office today and roared, "I have a hearing tomorrow and it isn't written in my (blue spiral bound hand written) calendar."

I calmly stated, "You have been out of town for three weeks, how could we have filled it in?" Then I looked at the computer and confirmed the hearing.

Compello

As an expression of my insanity, I have become a collector.

I will purchase one for each week that I continue at my present job.

I have three so far.

I have tried to get some on Ebay, but the snipers come along in the last few seconds and take them away.

I am going to fill the shelves in my office with them. The law books will be boxed up and moved out.

Unless I quit.

George is so sexy! I love my president.