SNL

November 2, 2008   Filed Under: pointless rambles   91 words

I like Saturday Night Live. Right? Anyway. I wanted to just make a twitter-like small comment and say… I don’t like David Cook. I’m not sure who he is, but I don’t think he’s great at all, and I just felt the need to say that.

While on the topic of Twitter. I don’t use it… but I see people on LJ complaining about how people leave LJ/WP for Twitter. Wtf? Because these are blogs. Journals. Twitter is a quick status update application. I don’t get it. Whatever. End rants!

feelings.

September 28, 2008   Filed Under: Uncategorized   94 words

It’s probably PMS or something and I keep snapping at people or coming off annoyed/rude/queenly. I hate that and I feel like I sould wear a sign on my head that says “sorry! i apologize for my behavior”, but sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t have to.

I feel sloppy, but I also feel that certain people aren’t putting much effort into things. I don’t know. It’s a feeling. Oh well. I’ll deal, right? Always have and always will.

On another note, I need some new lipgloss. I want something really glossy!

One. Two. Banana shoe.

August 26, 2008   Filed Under: family   120 words

Yesterday we were driving home from the grocery and I snickered and told Chris that there was an old guy chewing on his porch. Chris got this weird smirk on his face. “Really?” and I was like “Yeah?” and it turns out, he thought an old man was literally sitting there and chewing on the wood of his porch. It made me laugh and imagine going down the road and just casually seeing someone gnawing on a railing.

Zac turns 3 on Thursday. Three! And I don’t care what people say. Terrible twos have nothing on Horrendous Threes! We’ll see. He’s exited and his haircut still makes him look like a little cesar. I need to upload some pictures.

“No!”

August 22, 2008   Filed Under: Uncategorized   155 words

Why can’t I tell strangers “No!”

I’m a blunt individual. I have no problem telling people how I feel. People I know. Strangers? I just can’t seem to find it in me to say what I really want to say. No, I can’t help you out because I have my hands full with my own two sons and I’m not a babysitter. What’s so hard about that? I feel bad. I know this guy is divorced and just broke up with his girlfriend (everyone in the goddamn apartment building heard that breakup) and he has to go into work late and get off early to get his son to the bus and off the bus. I’m always here so, really, it’s not that big of a deal. I just don’t want to do it.

No!!! But of course I say yes because strangers can walk all over me because … because why? What’s wrong with me!