Geez. This ended up being a random entry!
I feel like I have quicksand in my stomach.I broke the paper-shredder at work, fixed it and then broke it again.
I feel weird and scared finally having the $ to at least jumpstart my life. Did I mention scared?
I misplace things all of the time.
I don’t feel like sharing too much right now. I am tired of negativity. So tired. I’m trying my hardest (with the exception of the quicksand) not to be negative. Like one of those people who are lalala life will happen instead of, oh god, what’s going to happen. I’m not so good at this because I worry about everything. Details. I would be the most obnoxious perfectionist if it weren’t for a few traits that make me very disorganized. I’m a disorganized lazy perfectionist? I don’t know but I hate it when I get like this. I’m so much like my dad when it comes to that. My mother is convinced that it’s his habit of stressing out over everything that led to his heart attack.
My rats really like getting their little heads wet. I promised Ari that he could play with them so I put them in the bathtub (without water). They loved it. They kept positioning their heads under the dripping water. One of the rats pulled the plug (that I put in just to be safe even though they are way too fat to fit down there) out with her teeth.
I hope Hennifer is having fun on her honeymoon but I’m looking forward to her coming back.
One of k.’s ex-coworkers is the funniest person I have ever met with the exception of my brother.
Something really stupid keeps popping into my head. Up until about four years ago (the only people who do now are old friends) everyone that I knew referred to me as “Webby” with a few exceptions. It was a silly nickname that my friend em came up with in 7th grade. My science teacher at the time misread my name as jebbica and made fun of my ‘s’s in front of the whole class. Somehow it turned into webbica, ( the added w. had something to do with a cartoon character) hence Webby. (or Web for short) So getting to the stupid thing besides my nickname…one of my friends (Josh) used to alter the lyrics of Seether by Veruca Salt to “Don’t fight the Webby”….and there might have been other parts but that’s the one that’s stuck in my head. Out of nowhere!
I’m reading Siddhartha. I have to say it makes a hell of a lot of more sense than when I read it for the the first when I was ten.