Ummm, do you know where I can get some Lycra spandex leopard-print leggings?
Happy birthday beldar
I don't know you very well, but you're certainly welcome to come along for the roller coaster ride that is sapphirescarlet
Feel free to touch the monkeys, and please don't keep your hands inside the car.
Not much to say yet today. Scarlett is doing quite well at getting off to school, although she drags her feet if I don't walk through the steps with her every day. That's okay, though. I don't have to get ready until after she leaves. In fact, her departure at 6:45 gives me time to get on the computer, check my email and Live Journal, and kinda wake up more. For some reason that builds my energy level. Every morning when the alarm goes off I start thinking of ways I can miss work or go in late. By the time I have finished my computer play, I'm ready to face the day.
Got a new icon, courtesy of gymorama
. He's my primary "maker" of animated icons nowadays. I have been hearing new lyrics to songs in my head for several days now. Just a creative spurt, I guess.
I've only been taking three pills for the last several days. For some reason I thought I'd put my blood pressure pills in my bottle where I keep everything. But I hadn't, and I kept thinking that they weren't supposed to be blue, they were supposed to be white. I was right, so I found them and took one today. Hope it helps these nagging headaches when I wake up.Brent
is VERY MUCH looking forward to the weekend. He's horny and lonely. I miss him, too. He's not ready to talk about anything more than what we have now. I have been bringing it up once in a while, but I can't help it. I drive by a 3 bedroom house for lease on my street EVERY DAY. It's $800 a month, and has a basement where he could set up his drum kit. We could save SO MUCH damned money. And I could leave the roaches behind. siiiiiiiiiiiiigh
Yes, I'm still having trouble with the damned things. I've been MUCH more conscientious regarding my kitchen, rinsing dishes before loading them in the dishwasher, keeping the sink, stove and counters clean with bleach, and spraying roach spray into all the cracks every few days. The spray is supposed to last six weeks, but after just a few days I start seeing roach poopie on the places where I spray. I made myself a little sick with it yesterday, and didn't get it off my hands when I washed - so it got on my contacts and I couldn't wear them. The bitch of it all is I actually saw the first one in the living room this morning. Of course I sprayed it, made myself a little sick with the spray again, but that's proof to me that the spray isn't doing the job. Which fucking pisses me off because it takes an act of God to get my landlord to do anything. Goddammit. I guess I'll have to move the cats to Brent's one weekend and DEMAND that he hire an exterminator. I don't know what else to do. I'm sick of things going wrong and him not taking care of them. I have a list of several things now: the mildew on the laundry room ceiling has been there over a year. I suspect the carpet in the hall is ruined because it got wet when the ceiling leaked from the washing machine upstairs. Now the light fixture in the hallway has a short and won't work. And the fucking roaches, which originally moved in when the girls upstairs moved out. I did NOT have them before that, dammit.
Okay. I'm going to try to work now. Everybody in my section is gone for two days, so I'm the ONLY person answering phones. My boss is sick, too. It's nice for things to be quiet, but I have a harder time working when he's not here. All I want to do is play. I don't have SHIT for games on this damned computer.
Well, I guess I had more to say than I thought.