YUCK
Everytime I burp, I taste vitamins. Yuck.
Musings of a Winter Wren
Someone in our office brought frosted brownies to work. They appeared around nine in the morning. I wanted to have one but nine seemed a bit early for me to consume a Sugar Bomb. So I decided to put it off until lunchtime, after my classes were over. I returned to the office around 2 p.m. ready for my reward when I found a co-workers had swooped in before me. He was talking very loudly, almost bragging about how he had already had two brownies today and how he was now going to help himself to a third one. I walked over to him in time to see him holding, no, squeezing the last piece in his large, greedy paw.
Nothing outrageous/amazing/absurd is happening in my life right now. I'm so pissed.
My olfactory system was extremely sensitive during my first trimester. Everything would make me want to yak. Everything. The scent of cooked food, my man's manly musk. Hell, my own perfume made me want to blow chunks.
I don't mean to get worked up about material possessions because in the grand scheme of things they are not very important. However, certain parking lot cocksuckers keep bumping into my little red car! I now have three scratches/dents and I have owned the thing for no more than eight months.
My super-fantastic boss has been promoted which means she is leaving our department. I'm extremely happy for her and I think she deserves this advancement, but we are going to miss her something terrible! She is sort of irreplaceable.
I grew up in a sleepy town of 75,000. Sure, I used to shit on it and say disparaging things about it. But looking back now, it wasn't a horrible place to grow up, in that it was relatively clean and safe, although not very stimulating.
Me, I was your average American teen. I did pretty well in school. I got drunk for the first time and lost my virginity (separate occasions) in my sixteenth year. Both were rather positive experiences. I had concentric circles of friends. But the funny thing is, the ones I spent the most time with were the ones I least identified with. They were nice people, but they were not my people. I honestly didn't know one could have friends and also like them until I moved away from home. And then there were people I didn't know very well, but wish I had known better...
And now they're all on Facebook! Suddenly the friends I absolutely adore now are mushed with people I was content to lose track of. It makes me feel all squirmy inside.
I'm going to Philadelphia to visit some friends over spring break.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
I had my regularly scheduled doctor appointment today. Everything checked out. No congenital heart defects this time. Whew! Quite the contrary, my OB-GYN complimented me on my blood pressure. She actually called it "dreamy." She also said good things about my non swollen ankles. It was enough to make me blush.
I spoke with a claims agent for AAA (my auto insurance company) and they said they would cover the emergency room bills. But (and this is a big but) I'm going to have to pay the $100 deductible.
We finally went out and bought...The Internet. We are no longer stealing wireless signals from our neighbors. Well technically, those assholes locked us out months ago. As well they should have. But hey, this is nice. I'm feeling less and less like an evolutionary throwback. You know, something with gill slits or a caudal fin.