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Misunderstood

"She's not crazy just a little misunderstood."-BTE

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Thanksgiving should come around twice a year

I just realized that a lot of people do nice ("really" or just "regular") things for me and I have fallen into a habit of not reciprocating upon their kindness by saying "thank you." So this post is dedicated to all those fabulous guys and girls out there who I've failed to thank recently (or at all) for whatever generosity they've presented me with.

To Kate- Thanks for always spotting me when I have no cash, like at McDonalds today. Thanks for driving me to work all the time. Thanks for being a great person and wonderful "companion" <--(the torment I referred to in my last entry) and thank you for your sunny disposition. I appreciate everything you do for me and I love you dearly. *queue Bryan Adams 'Everything I Do'*

To Bob- Thank you for being the most wonderful guy in the world. Thanks for the back scratches and the delays in departure. Thank you for the ice skating, the numerous assists per intoxication, and the last 3 years. I love you infinitely and fully. "I got nothing but love for ya. Do your thang boy."

To Jodi- Thanks for all the great times we spend together, most of which occur in your car (and I don't mean the backseat). Thank you for always being there for me and the wonderful years we've spent together as great friends. Thanks for all the inside jokes and references to boys. Thanks for all the great "Jodi Jokes." I certainly enjoyed them, even if no one else did. Thank you for being one of my very best friends in this world and for always being cheerful and supportive. You mean the world to me and I love you very much.

To Missy- You are just about the nicest girl I know. Thanks for inviting me to spend your wedding day with you. Thank you for discouraging my smoking, being so darn cute, your friendship, and for all the kind words you've given me. Much love to you.

To Bubu- Thanks for taking the short walk with me tonight, and the long walk last week. Thank you for your wit, your strength, and your intelligence. Thanks for all the times you let me bitch about stuff and for your support. And thanks for the assist tonight with the tape measure! Many thanks and love to you.

To J-Mike- The number of times I've spent delving into my neuroticism with you is infinite, and I want to thank you for always being there to listen. Thanks for the drunk emails, the sober emails, and the ones you send when you get home ok. Thank you for your sense of humor, the jokes you play on me, all the "I hate you"'s, and for being a great guy. Poke. Love ya.

To Missy Hess- Thank you for the pictures you sent, thanks for letting me be a part of your wedding day, thanks for all the times your drunk husband grabbed my ass, and thanks for spending about 3 hours with me on the phone that one time. I always love seeing you and talking with you. You're an awesome gal.

To Steve- Thanks for picking me up every Monday morning, thanks for the fun times we've had and for the ones yet to be had. Thanks for shaving your head so that now when I stand by you, I don't feel like the dorkier one (just kidding). Thank you for the laughs and the fun times at work.

To Katy- Thanks for sending me pictures of cats (and other things) all the time and keeping me up-to-date on what's going on in the entertainment world (i.e. Jessica Simpson, Jonathan Brandis). Thanks for the countless prank emails, as per consumption junction, and all the laughs. Thanks for being a great girl and for all the good times we had.

To et al- Thanks for happy, fun, drunk, interesting times. It's never a snooze when you're around.

Wow, this post turned out to be longer than I anticipated. Sorry if I forgot anyone, but it's getting late, the Mountain Dew is finished, and my brain is about to shut down. But if I did forget you, then thanks. Love ya. Out.

Sunday, February 22, 2004

Jamaican me crazy

My brain isn't much attuned to actual thought processes right now, but the tidbits that are extractable and understandable are there...

My wonderful boyfriend was here over the weekend and we had a fabulous time.

Bob and I went to church on Sat thinking it started at 5:30...oops. It actually started at 4:30 and we walked in just as communion was starting. The couple of middle-agers we sat in front of gave me dirty looks when we sat down. It seemed to confirm my suspicion that I'm going to hell.

I desperately need to shower.

Our apt smells like Satan took a shit in a dark, hidden corner somewhere. Kate suspects a dead rodent in the heating vents. Like I told her, I'm not allowed to call the landlord in regards to any bad smells...I think I've abused that privilege quite enough for one year.

Must quit smoking.

I've come to the conclusion that taking walks with Bob is one of my top 5 favorite things to do, with "tormenting Kate" coming in at a close 6th place.

2 bottles of champagne in one night makes Maryann's head hurt the next morning.

In addition to having a designated back scratcher on my payroll, I also need someone to peel oranges for me.

Nice-looking asses on other girls are just as much of a priority to girls as they are to guys.

Bella is a "special" kitty.

My new BC conveniently makes my period week about 3 days shorter than before. Or so I am to believe...

I need to go to the bathroom. Bye bye.