I can't believe it's been a whole week since my last post. I seriously think I am running out of things to talk about.
I never thought in a million billion years I would ever ever run out of things to talk about.
I'm a procrastinator. To the enth degree. In the past year this habit has developed from procrastination to avoidance. And I think it is what I hate most about myself right now.
Although I am not too in love with my thighs at the moment either.
But I do think I have gorgeous feet. Like I should do carpet commercials gorgeous.
On the way to work this morning I sang along loudly to Toto's Africa. It's on my iPod. Whatever. You know you love it, too.
If I had not cheated on my final in College Algebra, I would not have passed.
I recently ran into someone I believe betrayed a member of my family. She smiled at me and was about to say hello but I narrowed my eyes and glared at her. She looked away and moved on. I know it's not what Jesus would have done, but I can't walk on water either.
Sometimes I hold a grudge.
I am uber competitive. So much so that I get pissed when I lose. Especially if it's to a really good friend.
I am the John McEnroe of Facebook's Lexulous.
When I found out our school district was keeping free all day kindergarten next year, I was so happy I wanted to jump up and click my heels together. Except I can't do that. Because I am uncoordinated. And not a very high jumper.
I made something for Gigglepotamus' new baby. Who was born in JANUARY. And I still haven't sent it.
I can be lazy. (Hello, procrastinator!)
A few days ago I was about to tell a customer and his wife to have a good weekend, but I couldn't remember his name and I stumbled over my words. What ended up coming out was "You people have a great weekend." They were Asian. So now I think they think I am a racist.
Sometimes I say inappropriate things.
And I care too much about what other people think.