Also,

I may have to change this background as it desperately makes me want to eat sherbet.

My Underarms

Are extremely sensitive. No joke. This is why I typically wear long sleeves to work. I either have to get in touch with my inner hippie every once in awhile (which I hate doing) or trade hair for what looks like a Norman Bates canvas. I hate it. So this morning when I woke up and 100 times did not want to wear a skirt to work (I choose my outfits the night before so as to buy some extra snooze time in the amz) I picked an outfit out of my butt (ok, closet) in about 2 seconds. Everything was short sleeve. (Which is unusual for me since I fancy the fall and winter it is normal for me to buy for those seasons). On my way out the door I realized it looked like I'd been living in a tree for a minute. So I went into the bathroom, picked my razor out of the shower and was soon dreading the task at (in) hand.

I don't normally converse with inanimate objects (lies) but this was a special occasion. I looked me razor straight in the eye and made this deal. "You fulfil your destiny and give me a clean shave, or I throw you in the rubbish bin and let the online community know how small your weiner is".

I thought for sure I was doomed.

But it turns out, it was a very nice, clean shave. And I would like to tell you how pleased I am. It is a Bic. For the males. But I am very impressed with the work it has done. My underarms look class, and my smile is in tact.

In other news, I am house sitting for a friend in about a week. I am ridikuluslee excited about this opportunity. I love all of my roommates very much, but sometimes a girl's just gotta spread her wings and prepare to fly (Not the appendage I would have thought Mariah to choose) and this is my ability to take a test run. I'm going to bake and cook and watch the SATC series (what I can get thru) and sleep on her bed (appropriately nicknamed, "Heaven" on account of it's King size-ness and pillow topped-ness and delicious 2000 (was that the number?) thread count egyptian cotton sheets (na na na na na na na na). Basically a one bedroom apt in W Seattle. So exciting. And it's near the farmer's market, and cupcake lounges, and cutsie little shops. And it's a secure building, so I won't have to worry about jokers. ...Unless they also live in the building (I mean, even Dexter has an apartment...) but I'm hoping for the best. Maybe I'll meet a gentleman caller. To quote Steve Carell playing Barry Speck quoting John Lennon, "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not".

Hah.

Phew!

Thank God that's over. I hate starting this kind of thing. I feel like this is a little bit awkward, b/c it's kind of like a journal which is online for everyone to view. I am actually quite terrible at journaling. (I am terrible at follow thru in general- no really, just ask my supervisors). (Kidding of course to potential new employers). But truly, I'm terrible at journaling. I've never been that into it. I like journals and sometimes I buy them for the textures of the binding or the paper (but I'm not on the Japanese porn star diet).

Also- since when do telemarketers start calling during actual business hours? Don't they know this is a dinner time event? Who else am I gonna share my evening meals with-

Can't expect anyone to follow this blog. It is kind of boring. I maintain that if I had had a sibling growing up- they would never have read my diary (had I kept one) because it would simply be too... nevermind I'm boring myself as I write this.

Anyway, I'm convinced that I could literally pour my heart and guts (ok figuratively) on to this page and no one would ever know the difference. Only problem is, when I do get heated about events and have clever and funny and followable things to say- it is usually on a personal level. So if you want to hear my true rants- don't be the person to piss me off.

;)

Passive Aggressive enough for you?

Let's Get It Started Hah

Yes I know that's not the real version.

Well, first impressions were never my forte (especially sans caffeine) but I'm not anticipating anyone to read this anyway. Except maybe my coworker who helped birth it (Hi Erin!). Not to narc you or whatever- but yeah thanks for your helps. 

Well there's not much to know about me I suppose, just that I love Jesus and my name is not really La-a.