March 19lth
I've been staying off the computer for the past two weeks in hopes that it might help my left eye which is still a little blurry despite the lasik vision surgery. It didn't, so i've made up with my laptop and we're back together now. No, I'm not blind. No I don't stagger when I walk. But far away signs and stuff are harder to read. I have an appointment with the eye doctor the beginning of next month.
We went to the library and we saw a man who could have been a Morgan Freeman impersonator. Really really close. He was with several other black men and they were all dressed in black. I dunno. It was interesting anyway.
I bought a peeps yellow plastic container with a peeps candy ring (like a ringpop but the candy is shaped like a peep instead of a jewel) and peeps stickers inside. *love* Lindsey says I should wear a yellow unitard and a homemade peeps hat as a dragoncon costume. I think maybe not...
I watched an episode of Ellen the other day. (it was on TV and I was too lazy to change the channel) I thought it was really funny which surprised me. So I decided to do an experiment, and over the next two days I watched two more Ellen shows. I think the funny one was just a fuke. Not that she's NOT funny, she just isn't funny.
I am in love. I got mom to take me out (remember the no driving?) and I bought two bras and some shoes. I knew I needed new ones, but it was ridiculous the difference it made. My boobs are lifted now! No more holes in my bra straps. yea! and I am in love with the shoes I bought. they are so comfortable and cool. I might make my laptop jealous and have an affair with these shoes. for justification here's a picture of the new VS old shoes.
These are men's shoes by the way. So there's the added bonus that they remind me of my unrequited love. snicker. All the women's shoes were super ugly. Like they were a rubber hybrid of half aerodynamic athletic half orthopedic granny. The two styles just don't go together. See?
Oh yes. There are reasons why I don't say things. COnflicts that I can anticipate and avoid by keeping my mouth shut. Like stepping over a dog turd on the grass. Case in point: I didn't tell my grandfather about the ticket I got for not having car insurance or the court date for that ticket. I had it all set up for my grandmother to take me there. Then my mom, heaven love her, asked my grandad to verify where the courthouse was. Of course, he asked why. And, of course, she told him. What followed was typical rant and rave behavior that I could have lived without. The fallout I think is pretty much over now, but ... for future reference, if you know something about me, and it seems like someone else doesn't, don't share. There are reasons I don't say things.
and life just let me know what a sick sense of humor it had yet again yesterday. You all know the guy I liked who doesn't like me (I called back by the way and asked him out and he said he "wouldn't care to, but with my work ..." He said he'd call me but never did. oh well.) Well, a friend I've known for years who also works with me told me that one of the guys from third shift was in love with me. He "yearned to be embraced". He described the guy and I think I know who he meant, but I have no attraction to him. And I've barely seen him and never talked to him. Life is funny. I also found out that not one but TWO guys think my sister Lindsey is pretty. It amazes me that anyone in the entire world ever gets together much less gets married.
We went to the library and we saw a man who could have been a Morgan Freeman impersonator. Really really close. He was with several other black men and they were all dressed in black. I dunno. It was interesting anyway.
I bought a peeps yellow plastic container with a peeps candy ring (like a ringpop but the candy is shaped like a peep instead of a jewel) and peeps stickers inside. *love* Lindsey says I should wear a yellow unitard and a homemade peeps hat as a dragoncon costume. I think maybe not...
I watched an episode of Ellen the other day. (it was on TV and I was too lazy to change the channel) I thought it was really funny which surprised me. So I decided to do an experiment, and over the next two days I watched two more Ellen shows. I think the funny one was just a fuke. Not that she's NOT funny, she just isn't funny.
I am in love. I got mom to take me out (remember the no driving?) and I bought two bras and some shoes. I knew I needed new ones, but it was ridiculous the difference it made. My boobs are lifted now! No more holes in my bra straps. yea! and I am in love with the shoes I bought. they are so comfortable and cool. I might make my laptop jealous and have an affair with these shoes. for justification here's a picture of the new VS old shoes.
These are men's shoes by the way. So there's the added bonus that they remind me of my unrequited love. snicker. All the women's shoes were super ugly. Like they were a rubber hybrid of half aerodynamic athletic half orthopedic granny. The two styles just don't go together. See?
Oh yes. There are reasons why I don't say things. COnflicts that I can anticipate and avoid by keeping my mouth shut. Like stepping over a dog turd on the grass. Case in point: I didn't tell my grandfather about the ticket I got for not having car insurance or the court date for that ticket. I had it all set up for my grandmother to take me there. Then my mom, heaven love her, asked my grandad to verify where the courthouse was. Of course, he asked why. And, of course, she told him. What followed was typical rant and rave behavior that I could have lived without. The fallout I think is pretty much over now, but ... for future reference, if you know something about me, and it seems like someone else doesn't, don't share. There are reasons I don't say things.
and life just let me know what a sick sense of humor it had yet again yesterday. You all know the guy I liked who doesn't like me (I called back by the way and asked him out and he said he "wouldn't care to, but with my work ..." He said he'd call me but never did. oh well.) Well, a friend I've known for years who also works with me told me that one of the guys from third shift was in love with me. He "yearned to be embraced". He described the guy and I think I know who he meant, but I have no attraction to him. And I've barely seen him and never talked to him. Life is funny. I also found out that not one but TWO guys think my sister Lindsey is pretty. It amazes me that anyone in the entire world ever gets together much less gets married.