tuesdays with no one

Listening to nelly fertado makes me think it should be summer time I ought to be almost ready for hillside's 25th and all giddy and excited.

Instead its cold, and dark and I got up in the dark this morning, stubbed my already black toe and didn't want to turn on the bathroom light cos its just too depressing having to have night time lights on during the day. Cut myself shaving so bad its still bleeding at 10am at work. Picked up an old/new band aid from the passenger side floor of the cavalier and slapped it on while the car was warming up. Got blood on the brand new fluffy white towels thus firmly sealing my fate as someone who is never allowed to own such nice things. Brown crud covered sheets and towels for this girl, I bleed on anything that is otherwise.

Natasha beddingfield needs to just let it go. I'm all for musicians to sell their stuff cos why shouldn't they make a living but seriously and in all honestly, its on every tv commercial and show there is now, hearing it on the radio is like hearing the Friends anthem being played for real somewhere when everyone knows it only has to do with the show now, not the band.
(tho I did like her album a little when it came out.. shhh...).

Tried to cancel my trip to Boston to no avail. I just don't like people changing my vacation and deciding for me (two times in a row) what I will be doing on the very few precious days I actually have off in this world. Possible working two jobs 7 days a week is making me angry.

I don't even try to spell correctly anymore, I type hard and fast and wait for spell check to fix it all. I'm pretty sure I'm almost illiterate now, but I did manage to spell that right. Sometimes I like to chalk up my spelling mistakes to US dictionaries not understanding our uber fancy french infusion even though I am irritated to no end that my day planner starts every day with french first. grrrr.... wait... le grrrr....

The sun is out = dear gawd. I want to strip off my clothes and run out into it. except its still winter and freezing out and frankly running naked isn't all its cracked up to be.

By the time its actually warm out I will be skinny as a rig and ready for a marathon. Darryl and I went running on Sunday like two healthy normal people you see in Ll Bean catalog's all shiny and smart except I'm sure we were both hungover and my knee still hurts two days later. We did sprint for a few blocks though which was awesome and fun and felt like I was 10 years old again. He's very fun.