I love myself, I want you to love me
Earlier I was looking through my web stats and all that, and one of the search engine terms someone used that sent them to my site was "girl ass images." I thought it was pretty funny, if rude. Though, I guess there's no real polite way to phrase it.
It's rainy again... I blame this on that dumbass groundhog. Sun + me = niceness.
I went to Raley's this morning, and no doubt found out too much about me at the moment. My purchases? Pads and a chocolate bar. Word. Also Dr. Pepper... mmm, caffeine.
It really needs to be dinnertime, because there are some fabulous scalloped potatoes getting all gooey in the slow cooker. Drool. God, I want a burger from Chili's so bad... Note to self: Stop thinking about food you can't afford. D'oh.
I've not yet received a call back from that guy about the job. Grrr. Way to get my hopes up and all that. I'm not really sure why I was so sure that he would call, though, because it took him nearly a month to do so after getting my info. Whatever... other jobs in the classifieds and all that.
I read yesterday in the TV Guide that Lee Tergesen is going to be on "Rescue Me" when the second season starts this summer. I watched most of the first season, just because Denis Leary kicks ass... I'm still not sure why I stopped watching, . The only thing I could think of was, that if I knew any of the characters in real life, I wouldn't like any of them. I'm not sure how much sense that makes, though, because I watch "Oz" and that show has characters that make the abrasive firefighters of "Rescue Me" look like Boy Scouts. Wait, I don't like Boy Scouts either. Never mind.
So, the night before last, I had another dream about a Virgin Mary statue that came to life. This one scared me more than all of them except for the first one. I think I've had 3 or 4 of them since this last September, and the thing that bothers me most about them is the fact that they bother me. I'm nobody's idea of a good Catholic, but I've always had a fondness for Mary, and so I shouldn't be freaking out every time I dream about her, right?
In this last dream, she talked to me for the first time. She didn't say anything bad or ominous; it was like a normal conversation that any two people might have, which to me is almost worse than her prophesizing doom or something. When I try to remember what her voice sounded like, all I can hear is my voice, which almost makes sense because in the dream I was concerned that I was going crazy and pretending that she was talking when I was the one who was saying it.
Anyway... I just wish that these dreams would leave me with a good feeling, instead of feeling creeped out, as if something bad is going to happen. I'd really like to talk to someone - dream interpreter, priest, psychic - about this but I know I won't.
Damn, I miss my old shrinky-dink... I can so imagine the look on her face with me telling her about these dreams. I kind of miss professional help, but right now I can only afford friends who let me sit on their couch for free. And I mean that in a good way - one conversation with a good friend is more beneficial than a year's worth of therapy (plus real friends give you better pills, and for free - JUST KIDDING!)
It's rainy again... I blame this on that dumbass groundhog. Sun + me = niceness.
I went to Raley's this morning, and no doubt found out too much about me at the moment. My purchases? Pads and a chocolate bar. Word. Also Dr. Pepper... mmm, caffeine.
It really needs to be dinnertime, because there are some fabulous scalloped potatoes getting all gooey in the slow cooker. Drool. God, I want a burger from Chili's so bad... Note to self: Stop thinking about food you can't afford. D'oh.
I've not yet received a call back from that guy about the job. Grrr. Way to get my hopes up and all that. I'm not really sure why I was so sure that he would call, though, because it took him nearly a month to do so after getting my info. Whatever... other jobs in the classifieds and all that.
I read yesterday in the TV Guide that Lee Tergesen is going to be on "Rescue Me" when the second season starts this summer. I watched most of the first season, just because Denis Leary kicks ass... I'm still not sure why I stopped watching, . The only thing I could think of was, that if I knew any of the characters in real life, I wouldn't like any of them. I'm not sure how much sense that makes, though, because I watch "Oz" and that show has characters that make the abrasive firefighters of "Rescue Me" look like Boy Scouts. Wait, I don't like Boy Scouts either. Never mind.
So, the night before last, I had another dream about a Virgin Mary statue that came to life. This one scared me more than all of them except for the first one. I think I've had 3 or 4 of them since this last September, and the thing that bothers me most about them is the fact that they bother me. I'm nobody's idea of a good Catholic, but I've always had a fondness for Mary, and so I shouldn't be freaking out every time I dream about her, right?
In this last dream, she talked to me for the first time. She didn't say anything bad or ominous; it was like a normal conversation that any two people might have, which to me is almost worse than her prophesizing doom or something. When I try to remember what her voice sounded like, all I can hear is my voice, which almost makes sense because in the dream I was concerned that I was going crazy and pretending that she was talking when I was the one who was saying it.
Anyway... I just wish that these dreams would leave me with a good feeling, instead of feeling creeped out, as if something bad is going to happen. I'd really like to talk to someone - dream interpreter, priest, psychic - about this but I know I won't.
Damn, I miss my old shrinky-dink... I can so imagine the look on her face with me telling her about these dreams. I kind of miss professional help, but right now I can only afford friends who let me sit on their couch for free. And I mean that in a good way - one conversation with a good friend is more beneficial than a year's worth of therapy (plus real friends give you better pills, and for free - JUST KIDDING!)
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