Dig Your Chili

I have an assignment due tomorrow. Not a work assignment or a school assignment but a self growth and discovery project. So I am totally screwed. I have been tasked with physically writing down 10 things I like about myself that don't involve physical appearance. I have 3.  Although if I list procrastination I now have 4 things. And the fact that I don't punch babies or kittens could potentially be 5 - and 6 if I separate them into two items! For a person with self esteem just below toilet level - it has been brutal trying to think of things that I kinda don't hate about myself. (And yes I equate "Kinda don't hate" with like - it happens) I've also been awake for a lot of hours. Like way too many hours. I don't think hallucinating frogs counts as an item for my list. Although that does seems a bit discriminatory against amphibians. But hey frogs, take it up with those counseling types. I think they would call that a "cop out" Sorry fro...

Almost ten years have passed since I last sat at a keyboard (probably in nothing but my underwear and a stained wife beater with some sort of unidentified crumbs....) and guess what??? NOTHING HAS CHANGED. I am probably still wearing the same nasty wife beater. Are you fuc%$ing kidding me?  I am nothing if not predictable. Score one for me. I might actually be living a real life ground hog day movie plot. Wake up. Same Shit. Wash, Rinse, Repeat.  But thankfully I don't yet look like Bill Murray. Although, the amount of mysterious mustache hairs and wrinkles that are appearing my Bill Murray days are rapidly approaching. It was suggested to me that journaling (I am getting some major deja vu … since this has happened before) is therapeutic. I am still not convinced, but if sharing my nutbagness (yes that is a word) with the world of one accidental reader can help someone feel better about themselves because they are not me - then I'll do my part to better this world. So ...

Boy = Didn't work. Jobs = Sucking Life Right out of Me. I am ready for a break. But luckily the student loan repayment starts in December (merry F**king christmas) so that should make my life all better. (sarcasm anyone?) How do people actually have time to do things that are interesting to blog about? I may have to invent a whole alternate life just so I have something to say. Oh -- and check out pinheadpip.blogspot.com ..... fabulous display of my Pippy :)

Ok maybe that is an unfair statement. Maybe it should really be I am Crazy. I am having trouble shutting my brain off regarding this new guy. Why? I don't obsess about anything else except boys. There is a whole year of counseling there somewhere. My counselor is such a lucky lady. But on a different and totally unrelated (because I am sick of admitting that I am a total nutter) I got my bangs cut last night and decided I wanted them really short. Becareful what you ask for cause I got them really short. Now if I only had a Carebear back pack I would be ready for my first day of kindergarten. Only I'd be riding the short bus. Great.

So all of a sudden it is August. Not too sure how or when that happened. I sadly really have done nothing in the last three months except start a new job. It's pretty cool and we have an office cat. I wonder if the office cat wants to go grab a beer after work sometime. I did have a date last night, which for Marg is not news, but I think this one might actually call me back and that my friends is BIG news. I am keeping my fingers crossed but we'll see.

Ok ... been a big slacker for the month of May but it was kind of a big month for me so here is the Ultimate May Recap: 1. Graduated? Check. 2. Had 35 th B-day ( uggg )? Check. 3. Bought dog a pink polka dot bathing suit? Check. 4. Update blog to tell everyone that you are a loser who buys a dog a bathing suit? Check.