July 12th, 2007

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I.... really don't have a title for this.

It's nice to come home sometimes and have Bacci make sweet sweet love to my hands. Not like.... ew, love, but as in "OMG, YOU'RE HOME THANK GAWD, PET ME LIKE THE WHORE YOU ARE!!!" love.

Sweat has finally stopped dripping down me from my walk home.

Went to Target to buy delicious foods to suppliment my dinners at work, bought Method's fantastic earth-loving refill for hand soap - 12 ounces for $2.99 in a dispensor, flavor of your choice, or 34 ounces for $3.99, either green tea or sweet water flavors.

Since I have been trying to be better for the environment and to not buy things tested on animals... things I have bought my whole life come into question. Like, for example, I realize that just not purchasing stuff tested on animals isn't good, that one should not buy any products from said companies. I was an Oil of Olay hog, for one example. Another random example is buying toothpaste from, say, Tom of Maine's, but then buying a toothbrush made by Crest.

And now everyone is thinking that I'm a tree-hugging hippy. It's been... awhile since I hugged a tree, and I will never try to force my beliefs on others - I'm just changing the way that I personally do things.

Call it my Greenpeacy Stage in life.

Worked my hiney off at work, setting planograms for paper. I'm stiff and feeling old, looking forward to bed, bath, and... beyond, not necessarily in that order.

Thank you, tefen, for showing me that link yesterday, I passed the news on to management at work, and you earned me some brownie points.

Which reminds me...

Yancey and I decided to coin the phrase "brown collaring" - when someone is brown-nosing so much, you don't know where the brown-nosee lets off and the brown-noser begins. Head so far up their ass blowing smoke, that even their collars are brown.
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What the deuce?

When I wake up at night to get ready for work, Loveline is on. I generally lay there for awhile, listening for a bit. For some reason, the last few nights, a neighboring radio talk station has been interfering, which has resulted in hearing things like this:

"I just ejaculated on Seth MacFarland!"
"I found the rock!"
"Why can't we get calls of 'my penis burns when I pee, and flames shot out of my ears!'?"
"and the rock is JESUS!"

I'm starvating at the moment, but I must leave in a couple few.

I actually heard the emergency broadcast system interrupt something and give directions in an emergency. Seems that there's massive thunderstorms happening in southern Portland, 60 mile an hour winds, giant lethal hail, and many many lightning touch downs.

Slept well for the first time in DAYS, except when I woke up at about 330 this afternoon with MASSIVE nausea and tummy cramps. I almost vomited, I did, and I'm not a thrower upper. Thankfully, a bowlfullapoo and a half hour later, I fell back into a fantastic sleep.