"Gonna Use My Arms... Gonna Use My Legs..."
Lots of things clunking around in the ol' brain lately.
#1. I like my job. I'm working as a receptionist at an architectural firm (not the one that I worked at two summers ago, though). I can't help thinking I'm a "Pam." But then, Pam is pretty kick-ass and she found Jim. I don't think I'll find a Jim at this place, though. That's okay. Not sure if I really approve of inter-office dating in the first place, just on principle. It almost always leads to a big pile of mess and people saying "I toldjasoe." Anyhooters, my job is actually easy and semi-entertaining. A perk has been something completely nerdy: I really like learning new words! (Yep. I write them down with the pen I keep behind my pocket protector and inhaler.) But, anyway, having this job really lends itself to not only learning new words (e.g., "dunnage" & "wythe") but also provides the oppertunitiy to see words I feel I already have a handle on, but smooshed together in a way that really only makes sense in architectural terms (e.g., "liquid membrane flashing.") I've started keeping a little list. Love me, and my adorability. Now.
#2. Yes, the aforementioned Mets bug is burying it's little blue and orange teeth deeper and deeper as days go by and the sun is starting to warm our little planet (quit whining, Al Gore.) Being the pessimistic optimist that I am, I keep reading about Luis Castillo feeling better and getting a funny little jump in my heart, while mumbling, "yeeeah... sshhhhhuuuure." You know what else is really effing annoying? HAVING TO FLIP PAST 37 PAGES OF COVERAGE ABOUT A-ROID. Let's set the record straight here, folks:
#3. I. Do. Not. give a MOTHERFUCKINGFLYINGFUCK. And I hope you don't either. Because then we are not friends. Or, it at least puts our future friendship in serious jeopardy. Also, in reference to the bolded vulgarity above -- does that literally mean doing your mom to join the mile high club? Because that seems like a waste in some ways.
#4. My dad, when I was in high school, used to insist that my sister and I come and give him a peck on the cheek goodbye, even though he'd be asleep in bed. It got to the point that he would get angry if the bus came early and Col and I rushed out without a chance to give him a quick smooch. Also, it should be noted, here, that Ed has the World's Most Horrid Morning Breath Known to Man or Beast. Seriously. It could be used to ward off dragons.* I have many thoughts on this, like, (for instance) that 'militant' and 'loving' don't generally get grouped together -- not even in architecture. Secondly, though, I just assumed (like a moron) that this bizarre trend of Ed's had died with about 3 years of having lived only with my mother when Col and I were away at college. Not so. In fact, it's gotten worse. If it's 10:00 at night, and I'm walking up the staircase he'll say, "Going to bed?" with a not-so-casual tone that essentially translates to "If you're going upstairs to go to bed without giving me a kiss goodnight, then you get your ass back down here." It's a mind fuck living in this house sometimes.
#5. I keep dreaming about Limerick, which is both nice and sad. I miss her fuzzy little face. My front door squeaks when you open it past a certain point, and she used to come, with her little nails tapping across the wood floor of the diningroom to greet whomever was coming home. Sometimes, I hear that squeak and then no tapping. It makes my heart sink everytime. But, the dreams have been sweet. A lot of just dreaming about Lim and me wrestling around and I get to scratch her belly like I used to do. Shit, I miss her. I miss having an animal. I'm thinking about getting a fish (most retarded pet ever) just so I can take care of something. Maybe I should get a plant first so if it dies, I won't feel quite so bad. Although, maybe I should. Who knows.
#6. Smoking is bad for you.
[*I mean, my house hasn't been attacked by dragons recently, and if you live in the US, you can thank Ed for the lack of dragon terrorism. (*Myself... I sort of want the dragons to figure out a way to wear gas masks without melting them, so that they can come and cause some destruction.) /stupidity ]