Saturday, March 21, 2009


So I should really take down that weight loss counter, considering I've gained pretty much all I've lost back. And I have done nothing but lounge in my new workout clothes. One of my new year's resolutions was not to say bad things about myself this year, so I won't mention that I am a lazy, lazy person and I need to be shot.

Someone bought the house next door. The nice, quiet, nobody-lived-there-and-so-ahhh-bliss house next door. Said buyers have at least 2 young children. I'm guessing about 5 or 6 years old, but I may be off since I'm using my I-can-hear-kids-screaming-in-the-next-door-neighbor's-backyard-but-don't-want-to-be-nosey-and-peek-o-meter.


It's not like I don't like kids. It's pretty obvious I do, or I'm in the wrong profession, one of the two. But I only like kids until, oh, 3:45 PM on weekdays. Just kidding. I just hope they're nice neighbors and not SHUT YOUR DOGS UP WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP neighbors. Although they have a puppy who had to spend his first night outside last night and whined, literally, all night long. And my dogs are primarily inside dogs, so they really don't bark all night long while they're in their cozy little I'm-a-dog-not-a-human-but-shh-don't-tell-me-that bed.

I think I should just write a new dictionary and add all my new hyphenated words.

Apparently I'm 14. My face is breaking out. I have a place on my nose and a place on my chin.

I am in desperate, DESPERATE need of a haircut. DESPERATE. My hair is to my butt. It's stringy and dumb. I want to chop it off. And if I were in a position where I could talk bad about myself, I would say I look crappy with short hair, crappy with long hair, crappy with medium hair.... and that maybe I should just cut my face off instead of my hair.... but I'm not in a position to talk like that about myself.

ho hum.

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