Fluffy.

I now have six pillows on my bed. Eight if you count the throw pillows.

I'm starting to think that's too many pillows.

Maybe that's why my cat didn't get up with me this morning. My bed is just too comfy.

God damn, I hate the word comfy.

True or False:

I lost my virginity to my 10th grade geometry teacher.

True or False:

Jeremy is so in love with me.

True or False:

I feel guilty if I drive over 75 mph.

True or False:

I stayed sober until I was 20.

Perspective

Sometimes I think things like:

What if someone breaks into my house and kills me in my sleep?

And sometimes I think things like:

What if my hair dryer stops working before I'm finished drying my hair?

But you have to look on the bright side of things. Like "being killed in my sleep is better than being raped and beaten first" or "hey, I've always wanted to try my hair curly!"

Hey, your ride is here.

Wednesday.

1. Why does there have to be an odd number of Smarties in each package? It seriously annoys me.

(and I'm talking about real Smarties, not those fucked up chocolate things.)



2. Isn't it funny how that song Bad Day by Daniel Powter is so happy and peppy that it makes me smile when I sing it?

Something I saw today.

Wouldn't you laugh all the time if you lived on Nutwood Street?

I would.

Luke at me. (wink wink)

Sometimes when I'm notarizing something I get this whole superiority complex. It's because of that part at the end that says "Witness my hand and official seal."

I'm like, yeah that's right. Witness it, bitches.

napkins

You know when you heat up your lunch in the microwave and you put a paper towel over it in case it explodes all over the place?

Do you use that paper towel when you eat?

I always feel like it's infused with radiation, so I throw it away. I'm curious to know if others have the same irrational ideas.

Come on, Scooter. Enlighten me.

I forgot to tell you something.

Even if you know how useless you are without it.

Even if you know you won't have the patience to do it in the morning.

Even if you're OCD enough to use your coffee pot's timer on the weekends.

Even if.

Don't grind coffee before bed when you've been drinking.

You'll just make a mess.

Trust me on this.

Also, it smells like pepper.

Have you ever found a shampoo that is so good that even the next morning your hair still looks (and feels) great? I have.



But it's $20 a bottle. Not a big bottle, I'm talking $20 for 10 ounces. Plus, I need the conditioner.

How much is awesome hair worth to you?

I need some justification here, people.

it's lunchtime

One thing about living across the street from a school. Those fucking kids scream all the time. I don't get it.

The best part of waking up is Charlotte in your cup.

Nothing wakes you up like a piping hot cup of spider coffee. Wouldn't you say?

Good thing this is the coffee pot at work and not my Cuisinart. Because I'll never be able to drink coffee from it again. Memories.

That's some coffee.

This picture is from Tuesday, not today. Couldn't be today because I'm not at work today. Or tomorrow. That's right, babies, four day weekend for Cindy the Lou.

Jealous?

How do you get Helen Keller to keep a secret?

Break her fingers.

Missing.

Do ghosts steal keys?

P.S.
Saw the Fudge Lover today. In the flesh.

Yeah, so I've been watching a lot of TV.

Fuck you, Heroes, for being gone for five weeks.

And fuck you, CSI, for scaring me.

And what's up with Dave Matthews only playing retards on TV and movies?

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So, Red's been popping up all over the place.

Medium, Psych, House.

I guess he only likes to do shows with one word names. Maybe he's a little bit OCD.

I'm going to watch The Pursuit of Happyness now. I wonder if anyone noticed they spelled happiness wrong. Dummies.

Clarification

Answer a question for me.

You know the song Our House? If you don't, it's over there to the right. Of course, if you don't, then you're lame. Anyway, I've never quite understood the line about how the kids will miss their mom in lots of ways. What ways? How many different ways are there for someone to miss their mom?

How many ways do you miss your mom?