Little Things

I bought my mom a scratch off lotto ticket today before we left to come back home.

She won $20.

No special reason I did it. It made her so happy though.

Out of State

Off to NY for the next several days.

First thing resembling any sort of vacation that I have had in two years.

Back on Sunday, most likely.

Try not to miss me too much.

The Moon

11/9/03

The radio yells. It’s all just noise; the words having lost meaning long ago. Noise to drown out the whispers.

I hate the miles we are forced to traverse, to or away from. Traveling towards an unwanted goal or away from one that is longed for. Taking you farther than you want to be because you need to be.

The miles make us different, make us older. Wearing down rubber and reason and resolve.

The moon takes pity and lights our way home.

It knows a thing or two about scars.

Rejection

In case you meet somebody who you don't want to give your telephone number to, but you do anyway because you feel bad - try this instead:

Rejection line: If you are a woman/man and are constantly approached by unattractive or undesirable women/men asking for your phone number, give them this number:

Atlanta: 770-908-7383

Baltimore: 410-347-1488

Boston: 617-658-7083

Charlotte: 704-559-4169

Chicago: 773-509-5096

Cleveland: 216-556-0051

Dallas: 972-504-6270

Denver: 303-575-1696

Los Angeles: 310-217-7638

Miami: 305-460-3285

New York City: 212-479-7990

Philadelphia 215-618-1505

San Francisco: 415-356-9833

Seattle: 206-781-3928

Las Vegas: 702-387-2619

Washington, DC: 202-452-7468

Again

Hippo birdie two ewe
Hippo birdie two ewe
Hippo birdie deer ewe
Hippo birdie two ewe!

Yeah, it's my birthday today. And I am feeling every bit of my years lately.

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Tattoo Party '05/'06

We may be going in December. If not, then in January.

Just about everyone I work with has tattoos. There is a group of 4 of us who are itching to get more. So we decided to save our pennies and go together.

M. wants a devil head. He was actually supposed to go this Friday past to get some work done. His name on his arm.

C. wants a ying yang symbol on her shoulder blade.

Sh. wants some work done on her lower back.

I want either a phoenix, a honey bee or the Latin that is just underneath the title of this blog.

That's the plan anyway.

Postsecret.blogspot.com

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I stumbled across Postsecret while randomly looking through blogs.

New ones are posted about every Sunday.

This one made my heart ache.

Get your minds out of the gutter

WWFSMD?

Yo

I'm getting ghetto lessons at work.

You heard me.

Out of 20ish people that I work with, I am one of two white people, and the only white girl.

So some of my coworkers have decided I need lessons on how to be ghetto.

A few things I have learned so far:

1) Don't throw chicken wing bones out of a [moving] car window.
2) You can make a straight razor out of a toothbrush and a razor blade.
3) You can make oodles of noodles [aka Ramen] on a radiator.
4) The word 'jawn' can be used in place of practically any other word.

I truly feel enlightened.

Law & Order

Me: You have to promise not to kill me for the insurance money. It's xxxxx dollars.
S: Nah. That wouldn't even cover 1 year of school.


Guess I am safe then. I don't have to tell my mother and brothers not to kill me for the insurance, but that is simply because they do not know they are also my beneficiaries.