Thursday, September 23, 2010

My brain scares me sometimes.

My boss just sent out an email congratulating me on five year anniversary with my company. Oddly, I still remember what I wore that day, and my first thought was "Wow, I still have those shoes. Maybe this should be a sign that it's time to go buy a new pair of kickass black heels."

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Suprisingly Profound

Relationship wisdom compliments of Two and a Half Men:

"Love isn't blind, it's retarded."
Reasons I'm glad I don't work downtown: I would want to eat at Au Bon Pain everyday. Mushroom bisque and baguette ftw!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

While I'm being sick and cranky.

Dear Amazon,

Why is it that no matter how many times, ways and places I change my name in my profile, you continue to call me by my ex's name? Do you need a copy of my divorce decree too?

I think I need to watch another bad movie to improve my mood.

Insert retina detaching eyeroll here.

Dear male of the species:

Yes, I have three cats. No, your pussy jokes are not original, creative or funny. But thank you for reminding me why I prefer the company of my cats.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Nothing to see here, move along.

Man, I have to stop staying up until midnight. There's no way I'm going to get back in the habit of running every morning otherwise.

The urge to buy yarn is almost overwhelming, but I have three more projects to finish before I can buy anymore. I should probably start working on that hat if I'm going to be Jayne for Halloween huh?

A third of the way through the month and the roommate is showing no signs of starting to pack. Awesome. It's nice to see that her move out is going to be as disorganized as her move in was. I just can't wait to live alone. Since my girls weekend in October has been cancelled I'm going to spend that weekend repainting that room and setting it up as my craft room.

Urgh. Need to find more coffee.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Stress Reduction Strategies

I've lost about 20 pounds since the ex moved out, just because I eat better when he's not around. It's got me thinking that I'd really kind of like to actively work at losing more, but my problem is that I'm a stress eater, and my job stresses me out. So I'm trying a new strategy. I'm bringing my knitting to work with me, and everytime I get stressed out, I'm knitting a row on my project. I'm predicting that I'll finish a sock a week. I told a coworker this plan (she's in the next office over), and her comment was "that will be great, then you can start knitting socks for all of us".