*ergh*

does it ever seem like everyone you know is part of a couple?

that really has nothing to do with this entry. but I just wanted to say it anyway.

tomorrow I have to go to work.

and do crap. bad crap.

my boss, upon being handed the second draft of my thesis and post a month long Canadian vacation decided that all the data that he has seen at least four times suddenly needs to be reviewed.

three weeks before my thesis defense, I have to go back to the beginning.

growl. a big loud scary one, like that big wolf thing from the Never-Ending story…that thing always freaked me out.

I was going to go in today to do the data review, but when I got up at 9am, it was already 85 degrees out, and while I appreciate a total body drenching sweat as well as anyone, I prefer it to be from a good hard fuck, not from biking in hot, humid Ohio weather.

blah.

wish me luck.

trying on all your dress clothes in an attempt to find something professional to wear to your thesis defense and then finding that none of them fit can yield one of two things

a.) an all night chocolate and pizza and coke bender

or

b.) an actual reason to give up coke, pizza and chocolate (er…at least in large quantities) and try to stick to an actual healthy lifestyle.

I’m aiming for b.

But bugger me, did that ever suck the motherfucking joy out of my Law-and-Order-less Wednesday night.

Saw Garden State

Definitely tolerable. Would have been improved by the removal of Natalie Portman. She has too many teeth and I always feel vaguely like she’s going to bite my head off in the middle of the movie.

Drank 6 Bacardi O3′s

NEVER again.

Yakked. And again. And again. All day on Sunday. Until sometime after 7pm I felt like a big piece of dookie. My first real hang-over and puke-fest — from Bacaradi O3.

*shudder*

And I’m now going onto day 4 with no coke and no pepsi and no RC or even generic Big K cola. I’m replacing my caffiene need with Dt. Dr. Pepper…but fuck. I really really really want a big old 2-liter of coke.

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Temptation was too much. Gave in and had a 20oz of coke…

do you suppose there’s a support group somewhere for Coke addiction?

Cold and wet.

34 hours with no coke.

Meh.

BOOOOORED

BOOOOORED

BOOOOORED

I was going to go out with a girl I kinda know and HER friends, but she called to tell me that she wasn’t going but I could still go. Nu-uh. I would have been more okay with it, but I wouldn’t even recognize these people. Nothing that I hate more than those moments of anxiety when you’re hunting for someone that you’re not quite sure what the fuck they look like.

I want a digital camera.

I want some nookie.

I want a big old bowl of Jeni’s Queen City Cayenne ice cream – extra rich chocolatey ice cream with a hint of chipotle hotness at the end — so foooking good.

I want a lot lately.

I don’t particularly NEED any of what I want. But I still want it.

What do I need?

Some new bike pedals as I’ve somehow managed to break one of mine, more contact solution…and I think some cat litter…

Oh yes, and a place to live when I move back to Indiana.

And since it’s late. This is just going to be random.

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“My name is SUE! How do you DO! Now you gonna DIE!”

Name that song and singer.

*****

Bunny kisses

*****

*****

I think I need to date more.

Is it Un-American of me to be bloody sick of the Olympics already?

I mean, I’m all for gold medals and all that sport-y jazz, but dammit, did you have to take away my Law and Order to put it on the air?

I guess I need to get TNT so I can watch Law and Order re-runs.

Darcy, sitting in her reading chair.

Aunt Kimberly and Darcy.

Sloane, my youngest niece.

Darcy and Sloane play pat-a-cake.

Sloane wearing Aunt Kristy’s hat.

Me and Darcy wearing my bike helmet.

A side-ways picture of my completed and framed cross-stitch. It’s really dark, but you can kind of see what it looks like all done.

Some pictures of my oldest niece Darcy. Just because I have premium.

Not much to tell about the date.

It’s the third one.

He’s a nice guy. We can talk, we have similar interests.

However, I am not a go-getter when it comes to men. He is not a go-getter when it comes to women. So, we dance around a lot, and don’t really ever get anywhere.

I’ve determined I need to date some assholes, at least they’ll try to get me into bed.