Bless me, readers, for I have sinned and it has been sixteen days since my last confession.
I wish. My life hasn't been nearly all that interesting lately. Busy and hectic, yes. Delicious and decadent, no.
Blah. I almost posted yesterday but I woke up feeling like the morning after a frat house kegger. All I did was go to work. Draw your own conclusions. I feel almost human today, but most humans don't wake up at five in the afternoon. Whatever. I'm alive and life is semi-sweet and reasonably enjoyable this afternoon. I'm going to celebrate by making myself a snow cone.
I have a snow cone maker. I'd like to thank my mother's impulsiveness for making that possible. I have not one but two flavors - pineapple and cherry, I believe - so I'm going to make a two-tone bowl of shaved ice and eat it until my teeth shatter.
I finally decided to scout out Facebook. I am horrified and intrigued. I don't know if I'm going to validate my account. There are people there I would like to have contact with and several people I would not. I don't like ghosts of the past. Well, I don't like most of them. It's complicated and I like things to be simple these days. As simple as they can be when I get involved. I have a tendency to amplify and confuse things. It's a gift, really.
I finally sent out another round of postcards to the family about a week ago, I think. Mailed them, even. I know. How do I do it? I'm not sure. It's all about time management - which I truly suck at and I'll be the first to admit it.
I have most of my office sorted out now. Apartment H is getting to the point where I almost wouldn't be completely mortified to have someone other than Nurse Egg stop over. I still don't have any furniture which I am
That's a funny story. I forgot to buy a mat for my desk chair to roll around on and that resulted in first one, then all, of the wheels snapping off. I had figured out a way to absolve myself for simply stealing replacements from the store I purchased it at - citing quality assurance and customer service as well as efficiency for meeting my needs and my personal satisfaction as the key talking points - but I became exceptionally paranoid and ended up buying the cheapest, compatible chair and simply using the wheels from it.
I'm fairly certain the person who kept following me around was a secret shopper and I'm nearly as certain that she had mace or something in her handbag.
Anyway, enough about my damn chairs and lack of other practical furniture.
I have been making much progress as far as my financial situation this month. I have paid off half the balance on both of my credit cards. I have completely paid the gangsta technician who restored the front of my Jeep after that unfortunate incident with a deer last winter. I have canceled the one online course I was enrolled in - I have serious doubts about how legitimate it was and I refuse to pay for a degree that I can forge myself and do a better job of it. Anyway, as I was saying... Things are finally starting to come together in the way I had hoped they would have three months ago. Yes, my original projections were tragic and flawed. But, they weren't entirely inaccurate just over-anticipated.
You can make any word you want by simply combining two existing words with a hyphen. It's like magic, except this trick I actually do encourage you to try at home. It's fun and completely safe. Although, you might start sounding like an uneducated douche and prime bullshitter if you over-indulge. I did that one on purpose. Eat it, it's delicious.
I did well over thirty loads of laundry during the month of September. I just got the water bill. Yikes. It's fine, though. It was necessary. Some of those articles of clothing haven't seen the light of day since Texas and beyond. Some of them smelled a little like vomit. Ok, I told myself I wasn't going to share that but there it is. My entire wardrobe now smells like lilacs on a summer day, I assure you. Also, I have added to my contribution pile for Goodwill. I now have three plastic totes and a box that is actually larger than the totes. It won't all fit in my Jeep at the same time unless I remove my spare tire which I am very hesitant to do. I have a history of road-side distress. A very long and consistent history of road-side distress. But I'm feeling very charitable despite the fact that I have yet to donate any of it.
I am really, really enjoying being able to see the gross brown carpet floor of my apartment. To celebrate, I have vacuumed twice since Thursday night. I also bought a label gun so I can label all of my eerily identical storage units. I have five of them. It is impossible to find anything without opening each of these unit's three drawers. I don't like having to open fifteen drawers to find fingernail clippers or dry erase markers or whatever. It is very aesthetically pleasing but just as practically frustrating. So, labels bridge the gap and both sides of my brain are happy.
I really do need to eat something today. To be continued...?
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