6 Days into the Year...

I'm gonna go ahead and be really lame and post this (because thousands have posted it before me). Only because I was singing it for no real reason at all this morning in the shower.



While Jimmy's answer was the hilarious "I'm F'ing Ben Affleck," I still enjoy Sarah's for its simple message. Plus, hers had 100% less Cameron Diaz.

Oh yeah, and this is my week thus far:

1. I bought "Point Break" on Amazon. So I can show little Johnny Utah (Your Last Name Here, Handsome Stranger) his namesake.

2. My desk was Shanghai-ed, my cubicle usurped. All of my iTunes "smart" purchases are lost. I'm back in the horrible place I was before. I'm hoping this will give me the anger that I need to do something with my life.

3. PVille Guy: Not a Douchebag (?). Startling revelation that I'm still notsosureabout.

4. I'm really sick of reruns however I did get to watch "Gossip Girl" for the first time in awhile (skipping the OSU/UT Fiesta Bowl- no thank you, sir).

5. And sadly this is the best part of it all so far: NBC is AMAAAAAZING. Thursday night, Peter Dinklage will be a guest star on "30 Rock." Now, I admit that I should watch this show a lot more than I do but... PETER DINKLAGE. If you don't know who he is, tune in at 9:30 on Thursday. THEN: Saturday Night Live has chosen the most perfect of all the guest hosts... Dr. Horrible/Barney Stinson himself... NEIL PATRICK HARRIS. Yes, the Doogie Howswer, MD kid. Never has there been a better person to host SNL. NEVER. Tune in and you'll see why.

So, that's really all I got going for me on day 24 of no nookie. BLAH.

Nothing lasts forever...

"... even cold December rain."  (Yeah, yeah, I'm taking liberties on the one GNR song that I actually, honestly, truly love with all my heart).  

The news called it a "Panhandle Hook."  I guess that means when you get lots of rain up from the Panhandle, although which panhandle they are talking about I'm not so sure (Oklahoma, Florida... are there any others?).  However, it is raining today and the white snow is melting away to expose a little green, lots of mud, and the smelly presents Lucky the Gimpy Lab has left for me to pick up around the yard.  This morning, I couldn't find the cat and left for work a little worried.  It seems like every time it gets a little warmer (and this is unusual for Ohio in December, albeit not unusual in its unusualness) he gives me the finger and runs away, leading to horrible visions of his furry mangled corpse on the side of Route 306.  

On top of all this, there is an odd goo exuding from my right ear today.

It was just one of those mornings that it was oddly warm and staying in bed was just not comfortable anymore... this rarely happens to me.  Lucky was already anxious to get up and get going (because he has such a busy day ahead of him licking his crotch).  So with a "ho hum" I got up and checked the roads outside and headed downstairs to begin another day in grayness.

Last night, I thought about a lot of things.  I've finally worn myself out worrying about what John's doing or what the hell went wrong with PVille guy.  There is quiet in my head.  That wrenching feeling is no longer in control of my gut and heart.  Now is the time for me, was the conclusion I came to.  I want that apartment in Boston.  I want that job, whatever it may be.  I want the life I've wanted since I was ten and the only way of getting that is saying, ahem, "FUCK OFF" to those who stand in my way by way of distraction or lessening my worth. 

It may be cloudy outside, but my thoughts have never been clearer.

Side note: at this moment, I am on hold with a client and the hold music is a lovely muzak version of "Fools Rush In" which is one of my favorite Elvis Presley songs.  

Bug.

On the first day I started working here, I found this guy hanging out.  I thought maybe as the weather changed, he would move it along.  However, here we are 3 months later and he's stil l residing in my cubicle.  He has unofficially become my pet although what he has survived on for sustenance for this long is beyond me.  Not like this office is an embarrassment of riches when it comes to bug food.  We have two plants and both are half dead.   I don't know what to name him... I'm not even sure what species he is.  If anyone has insight to  this, please let me know.