What Time is It?

Our clock went missing at work yesterday afternoon. Today there were reported sightings of the clock outside the York. Apparently someone tried to make a buck for a beer. (?!)

Pretty Bag for a Pretty Day

Yesterday I celebrated VD with an animated film about cars and a lively discussion about breast pumps. Today I celebrated all that is Thursday by buying a purse at the House of Bags, a wicked awesome purse shop on 97th street and 105 avenue. I talked to one of the owners and she is fantastic and from Malaysia and they need more costumers. So for the sake of future Thursdays, buy some purses so they can stay open!! Later today I plan on continuing the celebration of Thursday by going to Heidi's and watching The Office because I do not have a Jim Halpert in my life, but I sure do have a pretty new purse. In conclusion, I would like to wish everyone a very happy Thursday, and would like to encourage all of you to briefly embrace the cult of consumerism and a buy a pretty bag because a pretty bag makes for a prettier world.

Seriously Boring

So it turns out that I am indeed seriously boring. I think that since I've entered the blogosphere I've become increasing boring. You see, any seemingly interesting thing about my life, new thoughts, etc. are immediately sent to my blog. So anyone who reads this will also have the pleasure of hearing me speak about how I've become even more boring since I started to blog. Blah. I'm making myself bored. One of the first thoughts I had after being punched in the head was "good - something to write about". So these are my options: do more exciting things, fabricate stories of exciting things, stop writing. Or I could do more exciting things, and then cover them up by fabricating boring stories and then write about how I told boring lies about my exciting life.
Jess is moving into an apartment two buildings down from where I live. I am almost pooping my pants with excitement. (Note: Jess moving in beside me is not boring, so shut it).

Mr. Lonely

A few days ago I had a sudden craving to listen to Caedmon's Call - a band I haven't listened to in years. Man, oh man. I hope that guy got a girlfriend in the meantime. That song "Table for Two" is pretty sounding, but possibly one of the loneliest songs...ever.
I had a really good Sunday today. Last Sunday was totally crappy. I convinced myself that all my friends decided to reject me due to a poor performance at a a party the night before. But today I woke in time for church, and I actually enjoyed the service. I had a pleasant lunch with pleasant people. I caught the bus right after I got to the stop. I read a good book on the way home and didn't puke, or even want to puke. And the day isn't even over yet. I feel like a million bucks. A million. Poor Mr. Lonely. I hope he's having a good Sunday, too.
"Given a chance and a rock see which one breaks a window/And see which one keeps me up all night and into the day"

Grumpy Grumpy Grumpy Pants

You know it's time for a mental health day when you almost cry because there are just so many towels to wash. Thank goodness for long weekends and daquiris!
Yesterday a woman asked me if (fill in the name of the serial killer) was my father. Then she was on the phone and mentioned how she couldn't say much because she was being harrased by the family of (fill in the name of the serial killer). Wow. That was weird.

Shut Your Filthy Mouth

I feel like I spend too much of my time wishing that I did not have opinions and a need to verbalize them. So, from now on I will no longer form opinions. And I will no longer speak. That's a little harsh. I'll still speak, but I will from now on be sure to keep my speaking light and bright. I'll say things like: it is snowing right now; pass the salt, please; or, where is the washroom, I need to evacuate the mucus from my sinus cavities. I think that I will get re-invited to parties that way. Oh boy, I am going to be SO popular!

I Got Punched in the Head Today

That's right, I got punched in the face today. My head banged into a corner and I have a bump to prove it. It was the first time I've ever got hit at work - and the first time I've ever been seriously punched ever. I guess it's good to get the first one out of the way. At least I make a lot of money and am really appreciated by the people I support.