Blocked
This new firewall at work is absurd. eBay is blocked, but Amazon is not. Photobucket and Tinypic are blocked, but Flickr is not. Myspace, Facebook, and Twitter are blocked (which doesn't really bother me- I do all that stuff on my phone) but Livejournal is not, AND NEITHER IS 4CHAN. Really, you guys? Really?
I've been in something of a perfume-y mood lately. Ever since I realized I was running low on my signature scent (Fantasy by Britney Spears-- Don't laugh! It smells like strawberries and cupcake batter!) the hunt for a new scent has been in full effect. I picked up Lemon Sugar by Fresh, which smells absolutely divine, but doesn't last very long at all. I tried out a couple solid fragrances by Lush too, but I'm pretty lukewarm on those. Honey, I Washed The Kids smells way too... warm for my taste, and The Olive Branch smells really good, but a lot of people are telling me it smells like more of a guy fragrance. What a letdown! I think it smells like Nag Champa, spices, and citrus... How is that suggestive of a guy? It's marketed as a unisex fragrance.
Do you have a favorite/signature fragrance? What is it? What does it smell like to you?
No news on the house. All we can hope for is time to pass a little more rapidly. They told us they'd know in 45 days, and it's been 26. We're still putting in other offers, but I think we've got quite a few eggs in this particular basket, because it's the only one that's shown us any promise so far (which I realize isn't saying much). I am still reading up on Malamutes (and training methods, since they're quite stubborn) as I am hell bent on getting one shortly after we get the house thing situated.
In car news, they've decided that my car actually is totaled after all. Wow, guys. And it took three weeks for this to happen? I guess after State Farm decided it was repairable, they brought it down to the body shop I selected, where yhey took one look at it and said "Absolutely not. It's totaled." They wouldn't even put it on the lift. In the meantime, I've made two car payments on a car that I don't even own anymore. Oh, and I'm also still paying my monthly premium to insure the car too, even though it's not in my possession (or even running, for that matter). Thanks, State Farm. Thanks a whole stinkin' lot.
Being caught between the house snafu and the car snafu is making me feel like my life has come to a complete standstill. I don't feel like I'm progressing at all. I decided I'd start taking more subpar pictures, but even that has become kind of an ambivalent thing. I've got no problems with taking them, but when it comes to putting them somewhere, I'm so embarrassed by how 90% of them come out, uploading them becomes pointless. I miss Newman. I miss my little car, where $40 in gas would get me through the month with no problems. I miss Oliver, and the way it tickles when he digs through my hair so he can sniff my head. I miss hanging out with my mom, and the lazy comfortable feeling of home. I miss having friends that want nothing more than to drive out into the country with some crap coffee at 2am just to talk. I miss Jason and Dennis and Travis and Nick. I miss the time when "going out" never meant spending money. I miss exploring.
"Keep holing on, Corinne. It'll just be a little while longer, and this will all be over before you know it" isn't working as well as it used to. My grip is slipping, but there's nowhere for me to fall if I let go.
Sigh.
I've been in something of a perfume-y mood lately. Ever since I realized I was running low on my signature scent (Fantasy by Britney Spears-- Don't laugh! It smells like strawberries and cupcake batter!) the hunt for a new scent has been in full effect. I picked up Lemon Sugar by Fresh, which smells absolutely divine, but doesn't last very long at all. I tried out a couple solid fragrances by Lush too, but I'm pretty lukewarm on those. Honey, I Washed The Kids smells way too... warm for my taste, and The Olive Branch smells really good, but a lot of people are telling me it smells like more of a guy fragrance. What a letdown! I think it smells like Nag Champa, spices, and citrus... How is that suggestive of a guy? It's marketed as a unisex fragrance.
Do you have a favorite/signature fragrance? What is it? What does it smell like to you?
No news on the house. All we can hope for is time to pass a little more rapidly. They told us they'd know in 45 days, and it's been 26. We're still putting in other offers, but I think we've got quite a few eggs in this particular basket, because it's the only one that's shown us any promise so far (which I realize isn't saying much). I am still reading up on Malamutes (and training methods, since they're quite stubborn) as I am hell bent on getting one shortly after we get the house thing situated.
In car news, they've decided that my car actually is totaled after all. Wow, guys. And it took three weeks for this to happen? I guess after State Farm decided it was repairable, they brought it down to the body shop I selected, where yhey took one look at it and said "Absolutely not. It's totaled." They wouldn't even put it on the lift. In the meantime, I've made two car payments on a car that I don't even own anymore. Oh, and I'm also still paying my monthly premium to insure the car too, even though it's not in my possession (or even running, for that matter). Thanks, State Farm. Thanks a whole stinkin' lot.
Being caught between the house snafu and the car snafu is making me feel like my life has come to a complete standstill. I don't feel like I'm progressing at all. I decided I'd start taking more subpar pictures, but even that has become kind of an ambivalent thing. I've got no problems with taking them, but when it comes to putting them somewhere, I'm so embarrassed by how 90% of them come out, uploading them becomes pointless. I miss Newman. I miss my little car, where $40 in gas would get me through the month with no problems. I miss Oliver, and the way it tickles when he digs through my hair so he can sniff my head. I miss hanging out with my mom, and the lazy comfortable feeling of home. I miss having friends that want nothing more than to drive out into the country with some crap coffee at 2am just to talk. I miss Jason and Dennis and Travis and Nick. I miss the time when "going out" never meant spending money. I miss exploring.
"Keep holing on, Corinne. It'll just be a little while longer, and this will all be over before you know it" isn't working as well as it used to. My grip is slipping, but there's nowhere for me to fall if I let go.
Sigh.