Bed

So...I need a new bed. Mine is actually is storage in VA (where it's been since I moved for the internship) and the one I've been using is Katherine and Andy's old bed, and they need it back for their guest room. I don't have the time or the money to get to VA and get my stuff, so I'm looking around the 'Vegas. Anyone have an idea where I can get a full size/queen size bed fo' cheap (and un-sketchy)?

List of the Day

American Gladiator or American Car Model?

1. Malibu

2. Nitro
3. Blaze
4. Bronco
5. Laser
6. Thunder
7. Viper
8. Atlas
9. Sabre
10. Storm
11. Spark

Gladiator: 3, 6, 8
Car: 11
Both: 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10

Thought about this the other day when I was stuck behind a Dodge Nitro. Should be noted that Atlas is a car rental company, which is pretty darn close. Hilarious.

In Between Pages

My bible has a whole bunch of crap shoved in it, and I don't mean books like Leviticus or Numbers, I mean actual junk (Robin: that was a bible joke. It's OK.). Tonight as I was flipping through it I started to think about some of the stuff I have in there. One thing is the above sticker. It's from when I worked for the environmental consulting firm during college. We had a whole collection of hazardous waste stickers for shipping soil samples and they let me keep this one. It makes me laugh; I wanted to put it on a t-shirt for quite a while. And yet I found that if I keep it in my bible, it reminds me that though sometimes I'm feeling hazardous and irritant, I'm still known and loved. That even when I'm prickly, I'm still cared for. Well, and when I don't feel like reading I think of the whole task of sitting down and shutting up (which I first accidentally wrote as shitting down and sutting up, which I also do) as one of annoyance and I'm irritated. Oh well. It's a conversation piece at least.

One of the other things in my bible is this film strip. It's from a photo booth in the lobby of the Spaghetti Warehouse (or Whorehouse, thank you Romano) where my sister, brother-in-law, niece and mom joined me for my college graduation dinner. We were waiting for a table and thought, “Why not?” so the five of us piled in the photo booth and this is what came out. It's been in my bible as a bookmark ever since. I simply love it. We look ridiculous and I'm convinced it captures us better than any posed shot ever could.

Woohoo

Murphy and Caroline are visiting in 24 days.
Woohoo Weekend 2k8 with the Bad Idea Girls...Caroline was right when she said, "This won't Suck."
That is buoying me.

Notes on a Monday

* So I actually had Sunday off this week, which I shockingly discovered, so does most of the working world. Like I got to see people...when it was still light out.
* Apparently my church moved. They did not ask permission. For this reason I will continue to not give them any money.
* I've been really absent-minded lately. Today I put shampoo on my loofah and didn't realize I hadn't been washing my hair till I was already done.
* Poor Prince Harry. Why couldn't we just leave him alone in desert? He was doing great--no ladies, booze, Hitler costumes or having to suffer from not being as hot as his brother, just shooting up stuff and walking around--and what did the media do? Point him out like he's Waldo and now he has to take his gun and go back to his castle. Wait, did I just say I felt sorry for a royal? For suffering? I'm sorry I must be high.
* You know what movie was surprisingly good but it took me forever to watch it cuz I didn't think I'd like it? No, not "Gigli". That was as bad as expected. It was "The Departed." There is no part of me that wants to like Leonardo DiCaprio but he is a good actor...dammit. Liking Leo is like me and gaucho pants: other people love 'em but I can't help but feel like I beat up a clown and stole his pants. I can see their perks but they don't work for me. K kind of a bad analogy but I'm still recovering from washing my body with some TRESemme shampoo. Cut me some slack.
* Five of us went out for Leslie's birthday on Saturday night for some tappas and my 3rd visit to the French Broad Chocolate Lounge in a week. I don't even like sweets that much but I can't stop going. That was the most fun night in recent memory. And I didn't even lose my pants (note: I haven't actually, literally lost my pants in about 8 years. That was a quick learning curve.)
* Here is my second favorite blog of recent: Jessi Klein's NotBlog. I kind of want to be her friend.
* I recently heard myself on video. I have to decided to cease all talking forever. I sound like a smartass mouse.
* Currently I have the emotional capacity of a grapefruit. Not the size of a grapefruit, but the actual emotional capacity of one. Like if you were to stare longingly at a grapefruit and then expect reciprocation, that's what I'm like currently in the emotional sector. But less curvy. And not as full of vitamin C. Or from Florida.
* Hey guess what! I still want to be a writer. And I'm still scared of it. Soo...nothing is different.
* That's it, I'm swearing off boys for the rest of the afternoon.