The Best Policy is to Splatter Yourself On Sunday Night

I have a problem with the *T* on this laptop...almost every time I hit the key, it types a *T* then sends the cursor off to some other area of my text, and then continues typing from there. So if anything I type looks I did it when I was drunk, that's the explanation right there.

Started Public Humiliation 2006 today. Hoooray. If you want to check it out, its on my Live Journal...there's a handy link to it on the top of my eBay About Me page. Basically, same thing as last year. Posting my weight in the hopes that the pure embarrassment of it will make me stop misbehaving and lose the weight. So far, half a pound gone. YAY. Got to start somewhere I suppose :)

I'm very serious about losing this weight this time. Not only because I'm getting OLD and the weight just keeps creeping up on me...but I really need to be modeling my damn clothes. I know I know I've said it 1000 times before. Here is 1001. And goddamn it, I'm gonna do it this time even if I DO have to develop an eating disorder...

Been really busy so far this year. Got in touch with a few old friends recently - one from college and one from...get this...junior high school (!!!) - so I've actually been *kinda* social. As much as I can be. Also been cleaning out the house in Pittsburgh - trying to get up there every other or every third week. The place is pretty much empty now... hoping to get it on the market here in February and see if we can't get it sold so we can move on with our lives. And I'm still working full time, and commuting 15+ hours a week...and still finding time to list a few DIY items on ebay. And I'm not even close to dropping dead *yet*...

This sounds like that evil form letter you get in some Christmas cards, doesn't it? Hey! Haven't talked to you in a while...life is good...kids are good...Bob got a promotion, we bought a new car...blah blah blah. I guess I don't have a good rant in me today, although it seems I really should. Commutes have been MISERABLE lately - some idiot decided to commit suicide Friday during afternoon rush hour by putting himself in front of a freight train. Of course they had to close down the entire line for hours so they could spray off the tracks and investigate. It took me 5 hours to get home. Had to go an hour and a half away by bus to Virginia to a coworkers house, so she could drive me the hour and a half back to Maryland so I could get my Jeep from the train station parking lot. I was sure it was gonna be blood spattered (the accident happened right at my train station) but it turns out it wasn't. No gore. No nothing. Ahhh well.

Some days I think it might be me in front of that freight train. Although I would have the common courtesy to splatter myself at some other time than rush hour on Friday afternoon so that the 10,000 or so people who relied on the train line to get home...could get there. Yeah, I'd splatter myself on Saturday or something...maybe Sunday night when I get the *fuck I gotta go back to work tomorrow* depression...

Meh. I wanna sew a new thing...dunno what yet...but I wanna. I'm bored.

Is it too late for New Year's Resolutions???

I'm just curious. Because I've been soooo busy putting my new site/about me page/listing template/business partnership/clothing items together that I totally forgot we got a New Year, and with it a hefty set of resolutions....

Well lets see, where do I start. Oh yeah. The big one. The most popular resolution of all time:

1. I resolve to finally drop this 15 pounds that's been nagging me for the last year and a half. What? It was 8 pounds before Christmas hit? Shhhhhhh....christ. I'm trying to be positive here. I'd resolve to lose it by like say...oh...next week...but even with bulemia, laxatives and a herion addiction, I don't think I could do it. Let's say spring...spring is nice.

Second resolution...another popular one...with a twist:

2. I resolve to get my lazy ass in the gym FOUR days a week, not THREE. And on that fourth day, I'm working out my lower body. Cuz see, on the top, I'm like a freakin' brick shit house, and on the bottom, I'm like a giant dollop of marshmallow cream fluff. With dimples. And worse. Ok. that should be easier than the bulemia, laxatives, and herion addiction I'd need to lose 15 pounds...we can almost cross that off now, right??

Ummmm what else?

3. I resolve to work less and play more. At least on Saturday night. And drink less and be sober more...except on Saturday night. Don't send me an email on Saturday night, cuz I WILL respond, and I won't remember what I said...and it will probably not make sense, and I'm certain I will reveal all manner of embarassing secrets...

actually that sounds like the most interesting time to email me, doesn't it?

4. I resolve to cause less trouble in airports...*snarf*...as if that were up to me. I ought to resolve to just never go BACK to the fucking place. You know whats funny is that if you actually WENT there naked, they'd arrest you, too. You can't win. Might as well show up in handcuffs. But then they'd confiscate them. And bomb test your underwear.

5. I resolve to take the first seat I find on a busy bus or train that has someone's FUCKING bag or purse sitting in it. The first one I see - every time. I don't care where it's at or who it's next to. Your bag does NOT NEED A SEAT OF ITS OWN, especially on a busy bus or train during rush hour in motherfreaking Washington, DC.

mmm passive aggressive behavior...

6. I resolve to be less passive aggressive...

7. I resolve to call her up, a thousand times a day, and ask her if she'll marry me, in some old fashioned way.....

Sorry went off on a tangent there.

Well, I guess it is too late for New Years resolutions anyway, cuz looking back on it, I already broke like...5 of em...

heh.

I Ain't Sayin' its Censorship, but She Ain't Messin' With no Broke...Broke?

Whew. Thank God that's over. I don't know if you're like me, but I am sooo glad the holidays are over. I hate having to do that *dance* every year...christ, its all so phony it makes me want to wretch. Its a tired, choreographed, retail-driven, bloated nightmare.

I'm finally done with every goddamn person in the world ...and *theirs*... wishing me ...and *mine*... a safe and happy holiday season...

Big changes coming to aNGrYGiRL Gear on January 9th. Big Changes. Big fun :) Just thought I'd mention that because I'm working 24/7 to get these changes in effect...it's worth it, though. Whatever it takes to make this thing a success, I'm willing to give it a go :)

Hah...I never thought I'd say this but me and Mariah Carey have something in common! We both got fat! hahahahah....

I had a lot more to say today, but the venom kinda left me. Which is a good thing methinks. I'm sure it will be back soon. So no worries.