I did my taxes last night, online with my good friend H.R. Block. He's pretty easy going, laid back. He tries too hard sometimes and asked me last night what school district I lived in...Whoa buddy, it's a little soon for that don't you think?
So I finished with him, at least for this year. He will probably poke his little green head up again around this time next year. I don't know where he spends his time. I think he's a merchant marine.

So, what do you think about all this snow? Quite a storm, huh. I really wanted to go sleddin and I was all set to go, but nooooo, my office had to stay open..the bastards. I was going to get all of my friends to come over and go sleddin in Prospect park and then afterwards I was going to make a big pot of hot chocolate that we would all drink in our underwear, while we try to warm up our reddened legs and dried out or pants on the radiator. That's what a real day of sleddin is all about.

So. Not much to say today. It's gonna be a stressful week. I need a massage like a Monkey needs a tree branch. Anyone know of any good places?

I got the AMBIEN! Whoo....goodnight...zzzzzzzzzzzz

Today is the day! I'm gonna get me some sleeping pills. If my Dr. doesn't want to give me any, I might have to tackle her.

I'm having me some fun today and playing up some "what am I" games. Now I have to get back to work...thanks to my new friendster Waste of Tape blogger for the What Jedi are you game.

Happy Birthday to everyone's favorite ball stealer LIZ!
She tries to steal something everytime she is over at my house but I still love her.
Luckily she's not so good at stealing, even though she's turned poor Jay (J) into a thief as well, they both need some practice. They would never make good international CIA special operatives.

I don't know about you, but my new favorite show is Bands Reunited on VH1. Romeo Void is on Tuesday...I might like you better if we slept together...repeat as many times as necessary.

Hello...this may seem petty but I would really like more friends...and when I say this, I mean more friendster friends.

It's Martin Luther King Jr Day...Otherwise known as, procrastinate my ass off Monday. I think I may be going to pot. My friends should probably step in now and smack me soon. Speaking of smacking...how long has it been since someone has smacked you? I'd like to know, please comment and let me know.

If my memory serves me correctly, the last time I was smacked was by my father (he did most of the smacking..although side note, I think (and my sisters can correct me if I'm wrong) my mother did most of their smacking...I can't remember her hitting me once, but I do remember my father hitting me more than a few times) Anyway..getting back to the smacking, my father last smacked me (in the face, usually right cheek) in my backyard when I was 16. I usually was smacked for saying something nasty to my mother, although I do remember being smacked by my father when I was about 10 or 11 because my sisters were being loud and I guess my parents felt I should have been able to control them better...This is what having young parents does. Most people think, oh how cool, you have young parents, they have all this energy and have fun with you and shit...and in reality they just screw up more and treat you sucky because they are 25 and don't know any better. At my age now, my mother already had a 6 year old (me) and was getting ready to have another kid (celeepants).

How did I get on smacking again?

I know Abby, I should be talking about the Iowa caucus or something worldly like that, but I just don't care that much. I'd rather know about your smacking issues.

7 more days till I get those little pills...
Although I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't get any. Last night I actually walked in my sleep. Which never happens. Okay, it happened once and it ended with me peeing on my sister Celia's coffee table but, you know...it like never happens! But it did last night, again I had to pee, but this time I woke up before I did any major damage. Tres Weird.

Hehe...thanks Liz for the comment help, I'm definitely retarded...no offense to those her are ACTUALLY retarded.

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Here is the link I was trying to show earlier...

I finally have a watch that shows the date on its face. All my life I've looked to my wrist when looking for the date...but today my friends...today I can finally look down and see those numbers looking back up at me.

Let me tell you something now. Something about what sort of friend I am. Yes, I am a good friend with not only a very smooth rear section, but also a good (and yes probably equally smooth) heart. I had many many birthday presents to buy, why for some reason I know all of these January born is beyond me. So I decide to go to Macys in Herald Square. I go and after buying myself the lovely watch (I live like a rock star, explanation will come later) I bought Liz some lovely fjdfimmridmsi...I need to mix it all up because she's crazy and wants to know what I got her really bad.
I leave the store and travel west in the bitter cold...my left eye is tearing..(it always tears in the cold) and I walk and walk and almost..I swear to god get blown over. Never in my entire life have I ever gotten blown over. Honestly, if there wasn't a newsstand to crash into I would have been blown right into the street and be writing this from THE GRAVE right now. THE GRAVE.
I finally get to the store for the next gift and go through a whole rigmarole..(sp?) and buy it and walk back to the train. Will my friends realize what I went through to purchase their gifts? Yes, because I will probably tell them a million times how hard it was, so they know what a good friend I am...I like to feel valued.

This link is so damn funny. Can you see it? I haven't gotten this link business down yet.

So I had this moral dilemma this week. I asked a few friends what they would do and every single person responded that I should be honest about everything. Which says something about the moral fiber of my friends and the lack of it in me. So I followed their instructions. This basically has to do with getting paid too much money for something. So I did it, I gave the money back and today I tell someone (who had a stake in this money basically) and they said I should have kept it! WHAT! Damn. DAMN!

not too shabby

Oh Abby you're so fine, you're so fine you row my rinds...hey Abby!

A good hearty hello to Abby. Hi Jay(J). I'm Looking forward to fondue on Saturday celebrating the birth of Liz. I think we are dipping her in chocolate and then licking it all off...I'm pretty sure that's the plan.

Jay has just called me at work to tell me that he is to be referred to only in letter format when referenced on a blog. Hmm, I don't know what I think of this. J is faster to write than Jay, but do I really want to do what he tells me? It's not like he's the handler of me....the jury is out. And P.S. my butt is still smooth.

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So I can't sleep anymore. It's official. Well, it's been official really for about a year now, but dammit, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to get sleeping pills on the 23rd. I should have a countdown. I keep telling everyone that once I get them they are my link to becoming overly dramatic. You know the dramatic where you threaten to take all of the sleeping pills with a pint of scotch. If I can't fulfill my dream of becoming an alcoholic at least I can threaten to off myself with sleeping pills every so often. Right? Who's with me? This is where I would insert that cool little feedback function that Abby has, if I knew how to do it.

10 days till I get medicated!

I found a fun link today. I'll post it if I can figure out how. You might see random crap links before I figure out how to maneuver this thing.

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Ok, so here I am at work, adding more time on my already late night by not working. I've been doing everything but work as a matter of fact.

You know one thing that is bothering me...seeds in fruit that is supposed to be seedless! What up wit dat, gentle readers? I eat clementines because they aren't supposed to have seeds, although in the past 15 minutes I've had to spit out about 320 seeds! Yes, 320!..okay more like 6, but you know what I mean.

So, I'm new to this blog bus-nass, so I'm not sure how to do much, like add other links to this page and stuff. Hmmm.

OKay, what else...I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm feeling like Baba in that White Noise book. I can't remember anything anymore. Nothing. And it's not because I'm afraid of death..it's more that I can't retain one ounce of anything that happens ever. I'm hoping this blog might help.

I'm not having contractions anymore...so I guess my non-baby, uterus stuff is all done with....anyone want to have sex with me now? Ha, can you imagine anyone wanting to even kiss me after that last sentance?

Speaking of kissing...I had mad kisses with this guy last night. The weird part was his girlfriend was in the room and didn't seem to notice. I could tell he liked me better and we had such fun flirting and....and, yeah this was all a dream by the way, none of it happened, but I am missing my imaginary make out friend today.

I finally got most of my school register stuff done today. Phew.

Okay, this is boring. When your writing bores the one person who should find you most interesting. You know it's time to stop.

So this is new. I realized over the weekend that I was being mentioned in a few blogs on this site, so why not have my own? Abby and Liz are doing it, so why not me? I should be able to talk about my own hate of polish vodka (if I was so picky about anything I put in my body that's bad for me) if I want to.

Right now it's Sunday and I have only left my house once. To get washing detergent, a sponge, and some pepsi. I'm watching Dateline about a complaining wife and lazy husband. She'll cry when he dies of a heart attack at 60.

I wonder if I should brush my teeth before people come over tonight? hmmm. Questions, questions.
You know, if this woman on Dateline wanted her damn garage cleaned up that much, why doesn't she do it herself instead of complaining to her husband?

I think I am having contractions. I'm not pregnant, but I think my uterus is trying to push something out of my body. I keep having these weirdass pains...can I swear on this blog? I should have read the user agreement. I tend to swear a lot when I write...or, I guess I swear a lot in my head...which is the same thing.

I saw the Triplets of Bellville last night with Abby, Liz, Jay, and Lou. It was amazing, although I'm still plagued by the fact that the actual title of the movie is Bellville rendezvous and they dumbed down the title for the U.S. Do the powers that be really think we don't know what Rendezvous means? I might not be able to spell, but I can understand crap. Shit.

My beehind is smooth....very smooth. Not that anyone except me will know this. haa

I need my haircut but I have to wait to see how much school is going to cost me next week. I have to pay for my tuition next week before classes start.

I'm starting to wonder if anyone will read this....if I don't tell anyone about it, will it be found? Do people search these things? "Hmm, I'm feeling like reading a blog where a girl is talking about how smooth her butt is and Dateline. Ohh wow, I've found it!"

Liz, Jay, Kelly, and Jenny Bell are coming over tonight to watch Alias....oh that's a good show. I never watched it until Liz got me hooked. Damn her! I hate getting into TV programs. I'm praying I don't get attached to the San Diego Real World kids. Damn those stupid, sex addicted kids. I thought I would finally break my addiction with Las Vegas, but I got hooked to that after a weekend hangover and a real world marathon.

Ohh Dateline, what deep penetrating stories. "Do attractive people get treated better than those less visually appealing?" Oh hard hitting journalism at it's best. Hmm, Dateline, I wonder what the answer is, do tell! Will the model get someone to help her pick up her groceries or will the fat ugly woman covered in sores? It's your guess.

I was supposed to work this weekend on a project for work...I didn't.....now I face a week of late nights at the office. Oh well. I don't mind hanging out on the 43rd floor after 8PM that bad. It gets creepy when everyone leaves, but I get a lot more done. I don't know what creeps me out so much. It's like I keep waiting for the ghost of copy machines past or something.

Ok, well I guess I'll go now and brush my teeth before company comes.
Bye imaginary readers!