Scraps: January 2010

Sunday, January 31, 2010

January 27, 2010

It's just a lot right now.
I think if I can make it through to the 14th things will be okay.

January 26, 2010

This one would not give up.
And I am notoriously too patient with telemarketers.

January 25, 2010

I know now for certain that I am an enabler for bad pet behaviors.
How else could I have ended up with this lot?

Sunday, January 24, 2010

This was a soul crushing moment.

For certain reasons getting to Target was epically difficult for me that day, despite the fact that it's only a few blocks from my house.
As was the other location.
But having gone through a traffic obstacle course just to get that far, I was completely burnt out.

As such, Target was not had that day.

January 19, 2010

One week to go.

January 18, 2010

I think it suits me nicely.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

January 13, 2010

I miss soda.
And I'm kinda in a rut because I'm picky about what I drink.
I'm not a fan of tea, though I will drink green tea when the occasion dictates.
I loathe coffee.
Sparkling water tastes awful to me.
And milk is out while the diet's on.

So really all I've got is water.
Which is fine except for the lack of variety.

And I miss soda.

January 12, 2010

It's doing its job.
And it hasn't killed me yet.
So I guess that means I'll keep going.

January 11, 2010

Yep.
The phone is dead.
And it took my whole contact list with it.
I've salvaged a few numbers...
...but I have a nagging feeling that I've forgotten most of them.

But yeah.
That three story fall was really something.
The best part was I was a good five feet away from the edge of the building's walkway.
So first I dropped my phone-
-and then I had a half a synapse wondering if I HAD dropped my phone-
-before I got to watch it SLIDE in front of me right off the edge of the walkway.

And it still worked just fine.
That thing was a trooper.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

January 6, 2010

Okay.
Seriously.
The rules are simple:
-Avoid trailer parks.
-Be honest.
-And for the love of god, don't play with demons or ghosts!

They don't play nice.

The greatest thing though, truly, is how easy it is to tell that the people in question are hiding something.
It's like that guilt ridden look the dog gets five seconds after they get off the couch.
They know exactly what they did.

...and it's fun to yell at the people on TV.