A description of what it is like to be me. In my head...in my world...what I think...what I do...how i poo...but never why...and never about pie...

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Blizzard of 05

So last weekend I helped my brother move from Atlanta to New Jersey. We left around 2:30 in the afternoon on a beautiful sunny & 65 day in Marietta....heading towards the cold unknown... (sounds so ominous doesn't it?) Anyways, it was a good trip all in all. We stopped at our aunt's who lives right outside of D.C. for a little shut eye and were back on the road again just in time to drive into the blizzard. Fabulous. Slow & steady wins the race. There were cars in ditches all over the place and it was comin down hard. There was no highway anymore, you just had to find your groove for your tires & stick with it. We had to stop every so often to break the ice off the windshield wipers that was building up. But you didn't want to risk the exit, so people were barely pulling off the road under the underpass. It was stressful, but it was pretty cool too. Here are some pics...

That's what ya get for trying to go too fast buddy! Keep it around 30 and you would've been alright.

This was taken at around 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Sweet.

Jersey Bound!

This was my view.

what car? Is there a car under that blanket?

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Accident Prone

I was feeling relatively good until about 5 minutes ago when I SLAMMED THE SHIT out of my finger. I even close the door that hard, but it was enough to break my nail in half and cause bleeding underneath. DAMNIT that hurt! F*CK!

And why is it that if I don't shower it takes me longer to get ready then if I do shower in the morning? I don't have to dry my hair... WTF?

Please help me get thru these stupid little tiny inconvieniences that tend to really piss me off...and PLEASE assist me in becoming a little more graceful....

Monday, January 10, 2005

Good Morning Monday

I woke up at 4:55 this morning to my cats running rampant thru my tiny apartment, wanting to be fed and entire hour earlier than usual. In my semi-conscience state as I rubbed the crusty "sleep" from eyes, I noticed thru the blur that would be my perfect vision (if only I could muster up the courage & moola to get laser surgery) a shadowy lump on the corner of my bed where one of my cats had been sleeping previous to the escapades that were now ensuing. It is very dark and as I mentioned before, I am extremely blind without corrective lenses... I reach out for this thing, not having a clue to what it is....and then I feel it. It is a lumpy, wet, gross, disgusting hairball lying about 12 inches from my head and I touched it! EEEEWWWW I run to the sink to wash my hands and grab a paper towel to remove the atrocity then dash back to the bedroom to remove the sheet that said lump is residing on. GROSS.

Good Morning Monday.

Thursday, January 06, 2005


Ya know that feeling when you've drank too much and you lie down and the room starts spinning as soon as you close your eyes? Well imagine that same feeling but with your eyes open and you're trying to remain still and the flourecent lights above seem to fade to black. This is how I feel at this moment. In the past 24 hours I have slept 19. I didn't know it was possible for human being to sleep that much. My cats on the other hand have no problem doing this day in and day out, but me? I get restless usually. These sinus reactions are becoming inconvienient. I just want to feel like myself again. Ugh. More juice please....

Now I will attempt to focus on work....this should be interesting...

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Not too much

Isn't it nice when you're lying next to a man and he just cradles his hand in the nook on your side while you fall asleep together?

I finally saw Napoleon Dynamite last nite. Man, I wish I could dance those sweet moves like he did at the end of the movie. Those were some sweet ass moves. I was trying to figure out what time period it took place in. First I thought for sure early 80's, due to the style of everyone's clothing and decor...then I thought for sure, 1987, due to the Cyndi Lauper song playing at the dance...but then they were talking about email and chat rooms, so I have no clue whatsoever anymore. O well.

I think I am getting sicker and sicker as the minutes droll on. I've got a sore throat and it's hard to breathe b/c the glands in the back of my neck are swollen and sometimes when I breathe in it feels like I am inhaling tiny needles. That can't be good. I think I might go home by lunch. We'll see how the day progresses.