I think that I used the word "suck" - or some derivation of it - too many times last night. I was reading over what I'd written just a few minutes ago and all I could focus on was how many times I said something sucks, sucked, or did suck. That's a really dumb word, especially if you say it or read it over and over again. I guess you really can go overkill on the suckage.
I believe that two New Years resolutions are colliding out there in the Universe and it's directly and negatively affecting me. First, the one where people want to lose weight and the second, the one where they want to spend less money. The combination is not boding well for me since I'm attempting to sell yoga stuff on eBay. What I can only assume must qualify as "some dude" bought my teenage sons' offcast DVD of a bunch of car wrecks. "Over 150 Vehicles Wrecked!" was my selling point and I guess it appealed to the dude because he bought it less than 12 hours after I'd listed it. Thus, my hopes rose way too high that my yoga stuff would sell, too. I quickly learned (like 24 hours later) that this would not be so. Fuckin' resolutions.
How many people can say that they have a small plastic polar bear sitting on top of a jar of vitamin C face cream on their desk? Not many, if any, I'd bet. I am oh so unique. What's really sad is - remember that bag of animal crackers I was talking about in my last post? It's still there and yes, you guessed it, the poor little plastic polar bear is sitting right next to it - and I suppose if he could think, he'd be going "Oh SHIT!! Look what happened to those guys!!!"
Heh. If only he knew that his fate would be much worse than that of now-going-stale animal crackers. He will probably, in his lifetime, get swatted around by a cat, chewed on by a toddler, sucked a very minimum of five times in a vacuum cleaner, stepped on repeatedly (followed by loud foul words that enter his ears before he's kicked across the room), and most likely end up under the stove along with a dozen other little toys that now qualify as "cat toys." He will seriously wish that he'd have been eaten and washed down with a decaffeinated Coke.
Why DO cats think that every protective ring from the top of a milk jug gives up the title of "protective ring" and assumes the new title of "cat toy" immediately upon its' removal from the jug? I bet there are a couple dozen of those damn things under my stove and refrigerator. Ah, what do I care....we rent.
I got hypnotized today. For real. I downloaded an mp3 that was 30 minutes long and when I was done I felt so incredibly calm and relaxed. When I got up to walk across the room after it was over, I actually walked as if I'd just woken up from a good 8 hour sleep. Sort of like a bumble bee path over to the sink, but I didn't care. I didn't have one ounce of anxiety in my body. That sensation lasted a whole 7 minutes, which in my book is pretty damn good.
Did you know that relaxing all of your muscles all the way can really fucking hurt? It's been 15 hours and I still need advil - which I forgot to mention when we were at the grocery store tonight. Oops.
I did something really bad tonight. A couple of posts ago I quoted a scene from the movie Garden State, and then tonight I was emailing my sister and I actually used some of the words as my own. I'm such a shmuck. I still think it counts as creative writing, though. I mean - okay, so I didn't come up with the words - but I was creative enough to use them as my own and that has to count for something. It's like, lateral creative writing. Or plagiarism. Think what you will. Now I just have to hope she never watches that movie.
Speaking of plagiarism...my ex and I are scheduled to be in a court room 30 hours from now. Well, not a court room, but a 'hearing room'. We'll be under oath and I'm sure he'll lie. That's not plagiarism is it, though - what is that? Perjury, right, right. I should have remembered that easily since he perjured himself the last time he was in that room. Dick. (That's his name.)
I wish it was 34 hours from now. I don't want to go to that hearing, mostly because I always feel so diminutive when I'm sitting near him. I clam up, feel nauseated, like I'm 15 years old and as if I don't have an original thought in my head. I find it hard to form sentences, make my point, or speak up. Man, what an incredibly thin line there is between love and hate, huh? So many similarities.
Holy SHIT...I love google. Thank you google for pointing me to Blogger. And now thank you Google for pointing me to Keyhole!!! How fucking cool is THAT? http://www.keyhole.com/ So cool I'm going to make it a whole separate entry in my blog - now that's cool.
4:01 A.M. I have so much to say and yet my fingers already hurt from typing for most of the past 16 hours.
I am happy that I used the word "suck" less in this entry, though. Although - damn - through all of my explaining and babbling about the word I probably ended up using it even more. Duh.
You know what's funny? If you do a spellcheck of the Blogger draft you're working on, it tells you that there is no such word as Blogger, Google, or blog. That's fucking hilarious.
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