This List Seems Lame...

Just because two asians are together in a group does not mean they're related. Shit, we didn't even look to be of the same ethnicity.

"Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do, will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, will never...never forget it." -Anonymous

He's the first person I think about when I wake up in the morning. I don't think this is good for my health.

How some people can't even go to Starbucks to work on work or go to the movies or do other things alone is beyond me. I guess maybe I can't understand it because I've been doing things alone since I was a teenager. I was traipsed around Heidelberg by my lonesome many a day. It was fun...it was quiet.

The clothes at work make me look fat and/or pregnant. Well except for the pants. It's like I'm the skinny fat girl. Just like I'm on the short side of tall.

I want to paint. Large canvases of color and texture.

I want to live in my own apartment again. Preferably a two bedroom so that I can have a studio/office with a washer and dryer in the unit, because lugging laundry anywhere especially in the winter is bullshit.

I want a new job. A bullshit, 9 to 5 office job so that I can pursue the things I love on my off time and then can quit that job to do what I'm supposed to be doing full time.

I want to be a successful business woman.

I want to go out on a date. A simple date where I'm not stood up, the person isn't late, the company is decent and I'm not threatened afterwards if I tell him I'm not interested.

I want to be happy. When someone asks how I'm doing I want to be able to say that I'm doing great or well and mean it.

I want to lay in bed at night and feel the warmth of that man's body next to mine. A man I'm both physically and mentally attracted to.

I want a driver's license and car.

I want to be understood/accepted. All my idiosyncrasies and quirks.

I want...

I want...

I want...

I want a lot of shit.

*deep heavy sigh*

Cutesy, cherry bra in extended sizes. Sccchhhwwweeeeet!

After two weeks of shit hours at work I got some good ones this week. About 4 to 6 extras hours that I wasn't even scheduled. I can't believe we go into remodel on Monday. It's going to be interesting.

It's cold.

I had a Qdoba burrito for the first time in forever. It was delish.

I'm a book whore. I have AT LEAST 14 books checked out of the library right now and I'm probably reading half of them. Why I can't just read one at a time??? Well I guess that's the ADD in me.

Interview on Thursday. Do I try to camouflage the red hair or just be myself and let is shine in all it's glory? I'm leaning towards being myself. I'll try to tone it down and be conservative in my black suit and neutral undershirt. Maybe the hair won't be noticeable.

By the way...it's effin' cold.

Woo fucking hoo, they'd extending the bus route out to County Line Road. I'll be able to take my happy ass out to Target and Archiver's. There goes all my monies.

Do I want the houndstooth rubbers that will cost an extra five bucks due to shipping or should I settle for the polka dot rubbers? Decisions, decisions.

This list seems lame. My life is so unexciting.

"Perhaps truly quirky people are the ones who don't have the option of camouflaging their individuality: they're just uncontrollably themselves." quirkyalone

I wish I could be uncontrollably myself sometimes. It's a shame I can't be totally myself all the time. One day.

*sigh*