...I love when you call me baby...

I've been finding little random notes that I've written and wonder either what they're about or why I've saved them.

My life is scattered on little bits of paper.

I miss TheStudent. Thankfully he should be home in about two months.

Dry flaky skin = gross.

Let it snow...let it snow...let it snow.

Bowling should be fun. I can't wait.

My days and weeks have been so banilla lately. I miss chillin' with friends at Front Page/Coaches/D'Vine, etc.

I could use some good cuddling and nuzzling right now.

Spooning too.

Several people have told me that maybe I need to move away from Indianapolis in order find a job. Maybe I do. But where? Austin? San Fransico? Boston?

FlashDance would say Tucson, but we know there ain't ish in Tucson.

I AM in need of a vacation. Preferably somewhere warm...but I'd settle for Chicago.

*sings* I can't wait to get my new glasses.

"Look at these, look at these. Take a better look, better look."

*rolls on floor laughing*

I appreciate when people can sense I'm distracted and don't really feel like talking on the phone and tell me they'll let me go without me having to say anything.

Kimya Dawson makes me smile.

"...four, five, six seven minutes in the closet...you were on my mind at lest nine tenths of yesterday...it seemed as if perhaps I'd gone insane...what is it about you that has commandeered my brain..."

*smiles*

*NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB NEW JOB *

Or maybe I'll just start playing the lottery.

Okay, so I'm not really digging art therapy either. I don't know if it's the therapist or what.

*shrugs*

A thickburger would sounds uber good right now.

Bumper Sticker: God is too BIG to fit in one religion.

Sounds about right.

...I love the way you call me baby...and you take me the way I am...

What happened to people not saying thank you when you hold open the door for them?

Must not sweat the small stuff. It's so insignificant.

Think many happy thoughts.

I want so much.

I did it...a whole month without eating or drinking chocolate in any form. In the event that chocolate is banned from the US...I'll live.

Now let's see if I can give up fast food and soda for a month.

Okay maybe not this month.

Nuvo's Weekly Horoscope - Scorpio: Actor Cary Grant said he didn't necessarily advocate making love constantly. "Who can do it all the time?" he asked. "Though I do try." Your assignment in the coming weeks, Scorpio, a reveled by astrological omens, is to attempt what Grant aspired to: Do the wild thing as much as possible. Get busy before breakfast on the kitchen table and on your mid-morning break in the closet. Duck out of work early so you can get your freak on. Get a hundred more strokes and licks and kisses in before bedtime. Et cetera. And if you don't have a lover to help you out in this nobel cause, then boink the wind, screw the sky, hump your dreams make love to the universe.

Sounds like a plan.