New Shower Playlist

my unwinding routine consists of singing my head off in the shower...
these are currently the songs that are responsible for my lack of a head:

the black dress - umbrellas
decode - paramore
there for you - flyleaf
fever dream - iron&wine
all around me - flyleaf
ghost - umbrellas
breathe today - flyleaf
so i thought - flyleaf
alone - heart
cassie - flyleaf
june, summer, rose - umbrellas
sorrow - flyleaf
the special two - missy higgins

ahhh some real old school thrown in there...



also

i've started reading the twilight series. *hangs head in shame

and i have a strange urge to listen to "dark blue"



i've been picking at the same spot on my lip for weeks...maybe months...and i probably have staph now. fml.

so some moron comes flying through the parking garage in two lakeway, goes the wrong way down a one-way, slams it in reverse to back into his parking spot, and ends up smacking into the building. in my head i pointed and laughed soooo loud...in real life, i looked at him like the idiot that he is. in a LUMINA. good grief.

and i've decided my new (and only) talent is going to be mario kart.

must just be cynical...

seriously. i'm either a hopeless cynic or incapable of love. if love is defined by the sugary-sweet nothings and *muah muah muahs* i have to subject myself to on facebook. it doesn't make me think negatively of anyone but myself, so don't feel like i'm dissing you.

should i be more open with my feelings? maybe that's what i'm doing when i type on this here saccharine-free blog...

maybe that's why matt's perfect for me.

sometimes i'd prefer to not be told secrets because when someone else finds out, i have to act like i had noooo idea about it. then i feel like i'm lying.

oh my gosh i'm watching "half-ton teenager" on tlc.

fml.

did i misspell "grieve"?

greive?? griev? greeeeveee????

car is washed
microwave is scrubbed
ella's paws trimmed
haircut scheduled
chronic disease fund called
and i actually do NOT have a very important decision to make...

for now

two incidents today reminded me of how strongly scents are tied to memory. and i remembered i've been wearing VS "heavenly" for almost 10 years.

the following are smells that bring back a vivid (sometimes painful) memory for me:

-pleasures for men
-pecan passion from bath and body works
-abercrombie fierce
-my chi conditioner
-coconut lime verbena from b&bw
-VS pink

when i actually sit down to list them, they all flee my mind...for the most part.

tomorrow: nitrogen for le tires

how did we get here?
when i used to know you so well...

Mini Vent

normally, it would grieve me to death to think that someone didn't like me.

this time, i've resolved to not care. i don't think she likes me. i could be wrong...maybe she's just rude.

rude rude rude.

i want to replace some wedding pics with honeymoon pics.
i need to clean the microwave.
ella's paw hairs need trimming.
i need to dust.
i need to go to the thrift store.
i need a haircut.
i need to order flowers for my grandmother's birthday.

i need to call the chronic disease fund.
i need to pay a medical bill.
i (hopefully) will have to make a HUGE decision.
we need to go look at that china cabinet.
i (desperately) need to wash my car.
and get one of the tires aired (nitrogen-ed) up.

hopefully that's it for now. i can't believe it's march. soon it will be may...then august...then christmas. the days fly by and i don't always enjoy them. kind of my fault i guess.

Fever Dream...

...cause that's the song i'm listening to.

what an interesting (maybe?) turn of events.

i have two odd looking sores (bites?) on my arms that are mirror images of each other. leprosy?

( )


re: american idol...i like that adorable like allison girl and adam lambert. who looks like an elf but can wail nonetheless.





someone offer me a position as lead singer of a band. please. pleasepleaseplease.

i had a bummer moment and then i listened to a song that i haven't in the longest time. i drew a fair amount of comfort from.

when everything is lonely
i can be my own best friend
i get a coffee and the paper
have my own conversations

with the sidewalks and the pigeons
and my window reflections...
the mask i polish in the morning
by the evening looks like...

Stupid BC

i was quite excited all day yesterday.
today i'm sad...
....well sad for a few minutes then happy for a few minutes.

i do not like busy season.
i do not want to take the cpa exam.

i don't know if what i'm doing, career-wise, is what i'm supposed to be doing.
i only got an accounting degree cause everyone said i'd be able to get a good job right out of college.
and i did.
i just don't know if i see myself in an accounting-related field...especially not public accounting. my poor, lesion-infested body can't take too many more busy seasons.

i don't even know where to begin finding out what i should be doing with my life...

i don't think i'm one of those people that just has opportunities fall in their laps...


on the bright side, my brother is getting married. we're just all growing up so fast...

Clarify

allow me to clarify something.

i do love my husband very much. and he loves me. yet we don't find it necessary to post such things all over facebook/blogs/various websites. maybe it's because it has always irritated me when other people did it...or maybe it's because we're both fairly private about our feelings for each other.

regardless, the fact that i do not find it necessary to say mushy-gushy sweet nothings all over the interweb does not mean that i love him any less than those that flaunt their undying, one-of-a-kind, special, unique, extraordinary, stupendous, amazing, mind-boggling love allllll over my facebook homepage. and i have nothing against those that do. i just wanted to say this in case somewhere out there, somebody had the misconceived notion that our love must not be real because it's kept to ourselves.

my firm is having a valentine's day poem contest. maybe i have enough creative juices left in my sick, worn body to formulate some witty words of winsome.

maybe i'll win some.




Currently Listening: (because blogspot doesn't have this function)
"on your wings" - iron & wine