I'm neither here nor there.

Come back later.

current obssession #3

Friday night

I've forgotten that I can take some time to sit on my couch and read an inspiring book. Or any book, instead of staring at the tube.

Tonight I remembered.

p.s. magazines don't count.

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Friends from SF called me while they were merry making (getting drunk) in a bar. I was on speaker phone while this conversation happened in the bathroom. I guess they think of me when they pee.

S + E: Hello SW! What are you doing?

Me: Cleaning my kitchen.

S + E: Why are you cleaning your kitchen now? (note: this is 11 PM on a Friday night)

Me: Because I just felt like it. My appliances are getting dirty. What are you guys doing?

S: I'm peeing! And now I'm wiping my vagina in front of E!

Me: Are you drunk?

S: I'm sooooo drunk. I'm not even going to lie to you. Otherwise I won't be doing this.

So S + E were in the bathroom together, a guy and a girl but we're all close friends so it doesn't really matter or surprise me. E is probably there to make sure S don't fall on her face.

Me: You do this even when you're not drunk. Come on.

S: That's true. Listen! I'm going to flush the toilet now!!! Listen!

Me: ......................

Some commotion happened, I hear more voices in the background.

E: She's talking to someone in the next stall.

Me: Is she harassing people?

E: Nah.

They walk back to the bar and it got really noisy. We tried to talk a little bit but it's still too noisy. The bathroom was much better for phone calls.

Me: I'll let you go.I'm boring to talk to. Go have fun!

E: Okay, goodbye!

I don't know where S went. But I miss SF really badly now.

this is random.

My nose stud is like a part of me, like a third nipple.

I bought the VS nice lingerie-y slip, to sleep alone in.

I know more moody men than women.

I really want to tell this loser that I’ll never date him and stop telling examples of “if” we are dating. LOSER.

Everyday I drive in fear of getting into an accident. One in which is not my fault.

Do I really want to be a vampire?

I’m beginning to like the color pink. Crap.

Why don’t a lot of people recycle?

Actions are more obvious, louder, “don’t even try to hide” than words. Oh please.

I’m almost 30.

I should not buy leather products if I love animals this much.

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about quitting my job recently. And you would think in such times I should be hanging on even tighter.