Think about it...

So, so bored. But so, so busy. The first half of the day flew by because of all the stuff I had to do, but now that the rushed assignments are finished… time is slow. Now I’m just twiddling my thumbs making CD’s for our training classes. One per institution. Blech.

Funnyman is busy in his office, so I can’t visit him and my Songbird is on her way back to the office. However, I am a bit miffed, she might be leaving me soon. I don’t know if I can function in this office without her. She’s my rock. I can’t even begin to imagine life without her there to help me through it. Or me there to help her. I’m so sure she can do without me though, I’m the needy bitch, not her. I guess you could say she was the Alice to my Bella—minus the ditching in a time of need. No, wait. That was a horrible analogy. I think. Hmm…

Sometimes I just want to hit the pause and rewind buttons on life. Pause. Rewind. Go back and change history. I’d make different decisions, I’d care more, I’d pay attention more—I’d live more. But there are no buttons to press, no time machines to ride, no magic wand or mystical spell to cast. It’s just me and life and the future.

Hopefully I’ll do things so that when I look back I won’t want to do them over again.

Late nite rambles

There once was a girl... ahh screw it--its me!

Bored at home. It's my last night of freedom before school starts up again tomorrow, not to mention yet another Monday at work. It kinda sucks being an adult. Children, teens, babies alike... enjoy this time you have right now... you will miss it.

Curse of the Employee Comfortability

I've come to learn something in my new found wisdom of realization... I am way too comfortable in my job. Oh sure, I dress nice for the part. My closet over flows with clothes that put me in debt and my car is brand new... but I'm broke. In debt. Stuck where I stay. Why?

Because I'm comfortable.

I love the people I work with. I love that there's no pressure. No one looks over my shoulder or gets on my ass about every little thing. My boss is awesome, the managers are awesome--EVERYONE is... awesome. We're literally comfortable talking about just about anything together. Which is good when you need a friend, bad when that friend is comfortable enough to tease you about something you told them in confidence.

Case in point: I told Funnyman about my recent family incident between me and my asshole brother... now he teases me about it. I told funnyman about my recent doctor diagnosis of my lack of lactose toleration... now EVERYONE teases me about it.

So here is what I've learned--oh, it's not to keep my beck shut. It's to tease Mr. Funnyman RIGHT back. Which I do, on a regular basis. It's awesome. I love it.

Now on to the second reason I'm writing this...

It is no secret that I am in love with MOTU Edward... well today someone decided to whip out the yard stick and whack people. Apparently I could not hide my excited face because now I'm being teased for liking a little spank here and there. Oops! :P

Sorry 2011, I'm Slack

Don’t get mad at me Jess… I want to start a new story. Don’t be mad at me SD-S, I just don’t feel like doing what you asked me to do. It’s not due right now anyways… Don’t be mad at me life, but you suck. Don’t be mad at me mom, but I plan to take a nap in your bed when you leave—and no, I will not fix the bed when I’m done. Don’t be mad at me God, but I’m seriously not worthy. Wish I was.