Random Nonsense

I am pretty sure that the fact I just helped save a baby hummingbird who was stunned from flying in to a window, will insure that I get the job I am applying for.

I am really tired of the media only mentioning a dog's breed in an attack or cop shooting if it's a pit bull. The generic term "a dog" is used in almost all other instances.

I am grateful that I am built bottom heavy, instead of top heavy. I fear were it the other way around, people may pour candy coating or caramel on me, and try to take a bite.

If all of my posts on Facebook said, "Unless you are an omnivore who practices polyamory, you are a total idiot," it would be stupid. Almost as stupid as people posting you can't love animals if you eat meat.

I will not be hosting any further couchsurfers who do not have a history of at least a year on the site, with all good references. My only two negative experiences were me trying to give the new person a shot to build up good references. Umm, my bad.

I am considering spending a whole day only talking in quotes or song lyrics, to show people how many cool song lyrics and quotes I know. 'Cause only spewing other people's thoughts really proves your intelligence I find.

I sometimes think if I don't stop doing good deeds I may wake up one day permanently smelling of pachouli. As I do not like pachouli, I vow to stop doing good deeds immediately, just in case.

I have been having weird dreams that Deja is a different breed of dog and can talk. I am pretty sure I've gotten too attached to my dog.

I have diffused a ton of dramatic and almost violent situations in the past few months. I think that means the one time I threatened to cut a lady's face open with her wine glass gets a pass.

I am wearing the stapled shirt again today. I may have been too lazy to sew the button back on, but it does have a fresh staple, so that's something.

I miss Oakland boyfriend. I haven't seen him since the 14th. I am glad I get to see him in a week.

Our communications unit sends out daily emails with links to relevent education stories. Every day there are at least two broken links, and sometimes they leave the lyris password visible in a 16 font. I thought of writing them to tell them to proofread better, but then I realized it's not my job to fix their job. I think I've officially become a state worker.

Friends are posting pictures of their New York trip, and it makes me really sad I can't afford to go this year for my birthday. Some day I'll be a real life adult with a savings. Better yet, maybe I'll win the lotto. Note to self: start playing lotto.

Happy picture of the day: this makes me laugh...HARD.

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