What is a "civil" drunk dial?

I think it's been a while since I've written an actual list and it's probably because my life is pretty darn vanilla these days: wake up, go to work (if I'm scheduled), come home, go to sleep. Throw in a few hours of looking up jobs and such.

Last week:

It was so nice out on Monday I called in an hour late and spent that hour sitting on the steps of the monument having lunch and enjoying the sun.

I'm starting to look a little less pasty. Well on my arms at least.

Boss Lady No. 1 asked me to hang in there with regards to No. 3 today since I had to work with her all by my lonesome for a couple hours.

No. 3 is a small part of the push for me to find another job. Some days she makes me want to just walk out and quit.

It also didn't help that day when she threw out the milk I bought for the cookies I was looking forward to enjoying after my shift with her. And she still hasn't replaced it.

I want my effin' milk and cookies.

Some kid walked past the store about fiftyeleven times, came in to ask some BS questions, left and came back to ask me out. I told him repeatedly that I wasn't interested. Is it because I'm this, is it because I'm that. Dude I'm NOT interested, don't make me call security.

I found an apartment that I want to move into, but I have to find another job first. Either way I'm giving the complex my 60 day notice. Yes 60 day notice. Bastards! Would love to just up and leave with no notice, but then they'll tag me for the two months after my lease is up. The apartment I want is right across the street. More space...no more living in a room.

[I can't even remember anything I did the rest of the week other than work.]

The new tape at work is awful. It's a bunch of no names ruining a lot of good songs. It's going to be two months of crap music.

Must find new job so I can start cut my schedule back to like once a week. I'd really only be staying for the discount. I mean come on.

What is a "civil" drunk dial? Just because I told you I stay up late doesn't mean I'm up until 5AM. Late is two or three. And it took forever to fall back asleep. I'm gonna get you for that one.

Today is National Scrapbooking Day and I haven't scrapbooked in a long time. I miss having the space to work in, I think that's part of why I haven't worked on anything in a while.

I miss doing a lot of the artsy fartsy stuff I do. Crocheting, scrapbooking, etc.

I want to get BACK into jewelry making and relearn knitting.

Not quite Martha Stewart but creative as...well just really creative.

I miss Lunch Bunch. And not just because we found great spots in Indianapolis to eat at.

Hopefully AB and I can get that started back up again soon if only once a month. [How about it AB?]

Too many people let someone else dictate their state of happiness. (The real key to happiness in your life has to lie inside yourself, not outside.) ~The Amature Gigolo

I've been eating A LOT lately. A LOT, A LOT.

What the eff is going on?

Hmmm...it seems I've lost some weight. Woo hoo. Didn't even exercise.

Shit, now I'm addicted to Hexic. Like I need to be addicted to another computer game.

"Making out" on a couch with a special someone is one of life's great pleasures.
"Making out" on a couch with someone who isn't really the right person can still be lots of fun.
"Making out" on a couch with the wrong person can fog your brain into thinking they might be the right person. ~The Amature Gigolo

I miss the art of making out. It's been a minute since I've done that.

Tried Vietnamese food, wasn't too bad. Different.

He said moving in with the girlfriend was not in his vocabulary...but what happened??? He moved in with his girlfriend.

*rolls on floor laughing*

I can't wait for the complex to open the pool so I can sit out and tan. A couple more weeks to go.

Having to shave all the time in the summer sucks ass.

I need some inspiration...for a lot of things.

I don't think I know how to just BE.

Today:

I ran into a maniquin today in Nordstrom. Then I ran into a table at work. Oh and I forgot to put on deoderant before I left for work.

Genius.

Random guy walking through the mall: I'm sorry for staring, but you are BEAUTIFUL! Your man or boyfriend is one lucky guy.
Me: *smiling* *mumbles* Uh, thanks.
Me: *thinking* What man?

Shit made my day. And he was attractive and appeared to be at least 25. Unlike last weeks yahoos.

"Excuse me can I ask you a question?" NO, NO YOU CAN'T. I just wanna cut that guys throat out and while I'm at it stab him in the eyes. He's worse than the new tape at work.

I'm diggin' the mixtape Rasul gave me. His DJ skills are pretty dang good.

I've been home for four hours and haven't done a damn thing. I need to start making lists again. I get shit done better that way.