Four Penises and a Nap

I made myself a cheese and onion quesadilla for breakfast this morning.

I so did.

Unfortunately, if you put your quesadilla in a ziploc bag to transport it to work, it comes out kind of soggy.

But that's really none of your business.

Today at lunch I have - wait for it - an interview.

It's for a job that pays $4 less per hour than what I make now.

Kick ass, I know.

The hours are 4p-12a though, so it can't be all bad.

Sometimes I think I lack motivation, but then I just take a nap and I don't have to think about it.

I made a bunch of jewelry this weekend and I will be putting it up on my etsy site tonight because I FINALLY found my camera charger.

I also watched two movies this weekend: This Girl's Life (in which you can see four, yes FOUR, penises) and My Life Without Me which was . . . depressing to say the least.

Right now I am typing this because my boss is 6 feet away and it makes me look like I am working. It does, for serious.

Did you know that candles are considered hurricane supplies? Well they are and right now hurricane supplies are tax free, so you can buy some really nice scented candles tax free.

I know it's not that exciting, but it's all I've got for now.

This weekend I wanted to watch Trading Spaces. But you know, the old version with Paige Mindy Davis. Sadly, that was not to be for two reasons. 1) Paige is long gone and 2) my tv is long gone.

I got rid of my tv in January. Nothing wrong with it, but I had kind of an out of control addiction to reality television.

I blame Tyra Banks and her giant satellite forehead.

It came to me while watching the latest Road Rules/RW challenge crapfest, that I knew every cast member's name and what season they were from.

That's bad. I mean why should I care about these fools?

So out went the tv.

I woke up late this morning. 7:15 a.m. and I have to leave the house at 7:35 a.m.

I still walked the dog, took out the trash, changed the litter box, made my bed, fixed my hair and made a quesadilla.

And I only arrived at work 4 minutes late.

Yes, I pretty much kick this much ass all the time.

2006-05-22 at 8:59 a.m.