I have a mild case of the whatifs this morning. The whatifs can cause severe itching, restlessness, nausea, and general malcontent. It has only been in the past three years or so that I have suffered from the whatifs. Infections tend to be sporadic but well spaced, giving me ample time for recovery between bouts. The case I am suffering from now I believe was sparked by hormones mixed with a lack of sleep and an overdose of the Internet. Of course, those of us suffering from overactive imaginations and an inflated sense of worth are more prone to whatifs. We are susceptible to its powers of delusion and the completely overwhelming sense of grief, confusion, and total disappoinment that it can cause. Beware the whatifs my friends. They can be crippling.
On another note, I have got to go bra shopping. I don't even want to go back and count how many times I have worn this bra in the past two months. All of my comfortable grandma bras are worn out and give me grandma boobs. Last Friday I wore one to work and everytime I sat down at my desk it felt like my tits were resting on my lap. Pretty.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
B3: Letter of Recommendation
I understand Ryan Bell to be an intellectually mature woman with a greatly curious nature, even though she can’t seem to put on a shirt in a proper manner. There is no doubt in my mind that Ryan is acutely aware and uncommonly astute when observing people, places, and circumstance. I value our lengthy discussions about the nature of the world around us, but I am willing to admit that I was mildly discomfited to discover she has an apparent attraction to gnomes. I find her to be well-read, worldly, and quite articulate, which combine to make her an admirable and enjoyable conversationalist, particularly when she asks strangers if they are talking about “fucking dead chicks.” Her writing skills are what I consider to be well above average. As much as I enjoy speaking with Ryan, it is through her written work that I see her shine the most. With an innate sense for powerful prose as well as her constant observations and digestion of the world, Ryan’s writing is insightful and prolific, and quite often very pervy.
Ryan’s curiosity is what leads me to believe that she will make an excellent librarian. As a librarian myself, I have been able to give Ryan an insight on the world of library and information sciences, and no matter how much I talk about the weird homeless people, the absurdly ineffectual directors, and the constant lack of respect from faculty, she still seems to be interested. Her interest in the topic seems to expand each time we get to talk about the elements of librarianship, particularly when I mention that all guys want to be able to say that they’ve nailed a librarian. The constant current of interest that seems to charge Ryan is what will serve her best as a librarian. I am certain she has the mental abilities to be a good librarian; however, it is her drive to learn and share her knowledge that will make her a great librarian. (And her intense interest in the deep dickin’.)
Above all, Ryan is a singular thinker. I have no doubt that most people who meet Ryan do not forget her. (Lord, that’s the truth.) There is a lot of life in Ryan and she has the colorful sort of character that could energize a library and everyone that walks through its doors. Her self-discipline is of the highest order, but her humor keeps things easy. Ryan Bell would be an asset to the world of library science. (Just keep the gnomes away from her.)
Ryan’s curiosity is what leads me to believe that she will make an excellent librarian. As a librarian myself, I have been able to give Ryan an insight on the world of library and information sciences, and no matter how much I talk about the weird homeless people, the absurdly ineffectual directors, and the constant lack of respect from faculty, she still seems to be interested. Her interest in the topic seems to expand each time we get to talk about the elements of librarianship, particularly when I mention that all guys want to be able to say that they’ve nailed a librarian. The constant current of interest that seems to charge Ryan is what will serve her best as a librarian. I am certain she has the mental abilities to be a good librarian; however, it is her drive to learn and share her knowledge that will make her a great librarian. (And her intense interest in the deep dickin’.)
Above all, Ryan is a singular thinker. I have no doubt that most people who meet Ryan do not forget her. (Lord, that’s the truth.) There is a lot of life in Ryan and she has the colorful sort of character that could energize a library and everyone that walks through its doors. Her self-discipline is of the highest order, but her humor keeps things easy. Ryan Bell would be an asset to the world of library science. (Just keep the gnomes away from her.)
Friday, March 7, 2008
B4: Today I go to the Big Easy...fo' sheezy
Want to see where I will be spending my 25th birthday?
Go here if you want to see more: http://www.united-albania.com/albania-in-photos/13.html
Go here if you want to see more: http://www.united-albania.com/albania-in-photos/13.html
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
B4: Yeah, I have worn this bra a lot lately.
Journalists are a special breed. Those on CNN and contributing to CNN could disappear and I wouldn't mind. However, the ones that say things like "officers used a conductive energy device, popularly known as a Taser, to subdue" a suspect are okay by me. Perhaps their intentions do not match my delight, but nonetheless I am amused by the idea of a Taser being a calming force. Like it smooths the suspects hair while verbally coercing him/her into submission. As though a crippling amount of electrical charge has nothing to do with it.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
B4: Battle Wounds
I am currently suffering from three injuries sustained this weekend and an ornery wisdom tooth.
Injury 1: Bruise on the top of my left foot, bright blue, the shape and size of an extra large egg.
Injury 2: Very tight and sore neck muscles.
Injury 3: Splinter in my left pinky finger.
Injuries 1 and 2 were sustained on the dance floor of S4, my favorite gay hot spot for ogling sweaty boys. Roxanne and I really tore it up, created an array of new dance moves, and the injuries were totally worth it.
Injury 3 was sustained whilst I tossed about a squeaky play-thing with my favorite canine. I swiped the wall with my hand and somehow managed to snag the teeny-tiny splinter now happily residing deep inside the flesh, far too deep to just push out. Trust me, I have tried (for several hours yesterday). I wish it would fester faster.
As for my ornery wisdom tooth, it can just kiss my ass. I thought I had the fucker all the way in, but apparently not. Now I can't decide if it is sore just because it is cutting through or if I am in the intial stages of another infection. If this is the case...I don't want to discuss this as a possibility because I cannot face the idea of that kind of pain all over again. When I was a kid, all I wanted was to grow my wisdom teeth because then I would know I was a grown up. I should have focused my grown-up dreams more on learning how to do my taxes and less on having the Devil sprout in my mouth.
Injury 1: Bruise on the top of my left foot, bright blue, the shape and size of an extra large egg.
Injury 2: Very tight and sore neck muscles.
Injury 3: Splinter in my left pinky finger.
Injuries 1 and 2 were sustained on the dance floor of S4, my favorite gay hot spot for ogling sweaty boys. Roxanne and I really tore it up, created an array of new dance moves, and the injuries were totally worth it.
Injury 3 was sustained whilst I tossed about a squeaky play-thing with my favorite canine. I swiped the wall with my hand and somehow managed to snag the teeny-tiny splinter now happily residing deep inside the flesh, far too deep to just push out. Trust me, I have tried (for several hours yesterday). I wish it would fester faster.
As for my ornery wisdom tooth, it can just kiss my ass. I thought I had the fucker all the way in, but apparently not. Now I can't decide if it is sore just because it is cutting through or if I am in the intial stages of another infection. If this is the case...I don't want to discuss this as a possibility because I cannot face the idea of that kind of pain all over again. When I was a kid, all I wanted was to grow my wisdom teeth because then I would know I was a grown up. I should have focused my grown-up dreams more on learning how to do my taxes and less on having the Devil sprout in my mouth.
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