February 2nd, 2005

disco star

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stupid rassle, frassle, grumble, mumble... COLDS. grah. my slight cold morphed into the flu, yes? i had one, maybe two, days of respite from the flu, and now it hath morphed into a cold that is like FIVE TIMES worse than the one before?!?

oh, immune system! why hast thou forsaken me?!?!?

it wouldn't be so bad, if it didn't interfere with my ability to THINK. guh. and since i missed two days of work last week, it wouldn't be lucrative to miss any this week. course, i don't want to go to work and be yelled at later for getting everyone sick. maybe i'll go in.... yeah! maybe i'll go in, and they'll see how MISERABLE i am and fear my contagiousness, and then send me HOME!

bah. and monkeys might fly out of my butt.

in the meantime, do this to keep you occupied:

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hair and superstitions

this comic displays pretty much my general outlook on life and how i view things. it's true.

i feel like i've run a electric sander across my upper lip. whenever i have a cold, it never ceases to amaze me just how quickly the human body can produce snot.

my hair seems to have suddenly gotten long enough that i actually have to brush it. this somewhat saddens me. some part of me got a silly joy out of being able to make a statement that i hadn't brushed my hair in SIX MONTHS. or however long. actually, i think around the first of march, it will have been a year since i hacked my hair off and went blonde. granted, i was blonde only two months. durned upkeeping. durned hair falling outting. i'm still a long ways from my long tresses, but it's at least to a point where i can feasibly grow it out without having to race in to get my mullet shorn off at least once a month. A-line bob, it is. dark auburn, it is. i really need new pictures.

what do i like about having short short hair, other than the fact i don't have to brush it? easy to style. i never did my hair when i had it long, i had two styles: up. down. that was it. i love how it feels when i run my hands through my really short hair, especially when it just dries after washing, and it still has a slight dampness to it. you don't have to worry about finding long hairs everywhere as much. you have SO much more flexibility when it comes to dying your hair. if you don't like it? you can change it. if you fry your hair? it'll all be grown out in a month, anyway.

something sweet_tiffany82 pointed out to me, was that her family had a superstition that whenever you would hiccup, it meant you were growing. i'll list a few my family had, and then i want you to list yours, as well:

- if your ears are ringing, someone is talking about you. right ear, it's something good. left ear, it's all nasty talk.
- palms itch? right hand, you'll get money, left hand, you're going to lose it.
- shudder? someone just walked over the future site of your grave.
- for good luck, you must always put your right shoe on first, right arm in your coat first, right sock on first, etc. if you do the left side, it will bring bad luck. (my family didn't do this, but i checked out a book on superstitions in the 8th grade that said this. i went to a skating rink during the time i had this checked out, and put my left skate on first. i said 'pah, it's just a superstition!' and got home... to discover my mother was in the hospital. i've religiously put on my right side stuff first ever since, although the two were most likely not related. call me silly.)
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one final thought before going to work...

i lift a lot at work. I R strong. i do customer carry outs all the time for desks, office chairs, paper cases, bookcases, etc.

if it's made me realize anything, it's this:

lifting would be SO much easier if i could have snap-on boobs.

set them on the shelf... do my carryout... come back in and don them again. easy peasy!
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the poodle is OUT.

today, we bought Bacci a shirt.

yes, we bought our cat a shirt.

i've always been totally against putting pets in clothing. it always makes me think of older women with either roofing tar black hair or punkin orange hair in curlers with little chihuahas that tremble incessantly.

but we were at Value Village, and found a stack of dog sweaters.

in it, we found a little tshirt, a baby tshirt for a dog, that says:


so we spent $3 and got our cat a t-shirt to describe what she really is around this house.

pictures to come, i'm sure.