Way too obvious

Right.

So I just completed the online Weasel Central employee survey. I just realised that it is entirely possible for the powers that be to figure out that I was the gal with the unhappy answers. Yeah. I'm the only goofball in this position under that specific person (question 320), so I don't think it would take a genius to figure me out. Crud.

Other than that the entire office floor smells of varnish. And not the nail varnish variety for you Brits out there. I'm talking the kick ass, strip the skin off ya varnish. A very sexxy smell at 7.45 in the ayem. Poop.

I think Weasel Central is literally trying to kill me off. Crazy.

Crunchy Headache Fun

Why does the weather have to suck ass when you have time off?!!?!?!?
I think there's been like 5 hours of good weather since Friday. Give or take, really.

There's something about this weather that just makes me crazy. And cranky. Been having some deep convos with the gal again. Maybe that's why my head is hurting. Too much thinkin', y'know. Must think less. Yeah, that's the ticket. Either that or it's the damp weather.

Should be cleaning the homestead, but the computer looked lonely, so I've been geeking out and surfing instead. I feel a small shred of shame, but I'm working on ignoring it. Some days you just gotta act like an irresponsible 12 year old. Today would be that day. I managed to weasel out of most of my plans and head home to chill out with the cats and relax. So far so effin' good. Yee haw.

Right. Gotta go and lie on the sofa and watch cartoons. It's really the only way to enjoy a shitty weather day, folks. Trust me on that one. You'll thank me later.

House Keepin' 101

So I've started changing a few things here and there. It's still growing on me (like fungus). Trying to figure out how to add things and how to bring back the old, yet make it look new and shiny.

Be patient, my little helper monkeys, it'll soon turn into something. I just have no idea what that will be.
Buah ha ha.

Erm, yeah. Sleep deprivation reigns supreme once again.

The new black...

*Is being too effin' lazy to make a real dinner...and taking the "effort" to make boxed scallop potatoes. And nothing else.

*Is knowing that you'll be rocking a thyroidectomy scar during the summer. And fall. And winter. And shit, the rest of your life.

*Is knowing that you just need to lose 8 more pounds and not caring one iota, really.

*Is thinking that relaxation includes vacuuming the ENTIRE apartment in five minutes flat.

*Is loving your erg enough to ignore it for weeks on end

*Is rocking nice legs & arms. And a slight beer belly.

*Is reading Mrs. Kimble by Jennifer Haigh and telling everyone about it.

*Is still being madly in love and knowing that you're gonna be that way for a looooooooong time to come.

*Is sporting grungy rock star hair during an interview for a helper monkey and not caring.

*Is saying "dude" during that same interview. And then wondering, did I just say "dude"? Nah, couldn't have been me.

*Is dodging a real post and doing bullet points.

*Is admitting that you're addicted to bullet point blog entries.