A whole lot of nothingness

Yeah, I know, I haven't written. Been busy. My brain is elsewhere. Suck it.

I"m blown away that I managed to get to the gym last night, but I didn't do a crazy hard workout, just 30 mins of cardio and I barely broke a sweat. I was thinking while on the elliptical about whether or not people really do change.

Let's backtrack a bit. I actually watched a boatload of TV last night, and I finally got to see that Kitchen Confidential, and someone mentioned that people jsut don't change (wrt 4 years previous)...

4 years ago I was just getting used to living in the US, kinda. I had been living here for a year, which really is like having your first birthday, because everything had to be learned.

5 years ago I remember getting annoyed with my boyfriend becuase he was all into Howard STern (which we don't get in Canada, but he lived close enough to Buffalo where he could get the stations) and South Park, neither of which had the kind of humor that I found funny. Fast forward a few years....and now i'm in anticipation of getting Sirious radio just for Howard, and I was dying laughing at South Park on the screens at the gym. So in 4 or 5 years, can people change?

I came to California thinking that i could finally be a whole new person, since everyone in Ottawa that knows me has known me since we were little...But i get the impression that everyone still sees me the same way, which I don't think is a good thing 'cause I actually WANTED to be someone different.

Whatever.

On a hugely depressing note, Kraig came home last night with a newspaper clipping that shows home prices in OC...our zip code is the ONLY zip code in the entire list that went down in value.
WHAT
THE
F*CK.

I think i'll blame him for this, because he has the worst luck ever. EVER.
EVERRRRRR.
I never had great luck, but I didn't have bad luck either. HE however, has everything bad that can happen. Who buys a Honda Accord and has it break down on a weekly basis? It's an ACCORD for God's sakes! And I knew full well when we bought the house that it was going to go down in value. Ugh.

When we were looking for another cat, after Rusty died (yeah, the cat that had a bad thyroid problem...and when we got it under control, he ends up getting a huge tumor and dies), we saw this big fluffy cat Stash (hence where we got the name for our current kitty) and Kraig fell in love with him...until he saw the note that said the cat had a heart murmur...and we both looked at each other because we knew full well that cat's life would be pretty short if we adopted it.

I gotta remember to book my vegas tix today...i'm SUCH a moron, i should have booked them last week but nooooo, I'm an idiot, and I wanted to hold off...ugh. Now there's barely any affordable flights, I think at best we can fly out at 8am without paying more than $120 each.

I NEED to get my roulette groove on at Excalibur...it's funny how mild mannered budget-conscious people can suddenly go CRAZY in vegas. I'm almost salivating at the thought of roulette right now, you have NO idea. Maybe i can win back the airfare, pfft!

I can't believe the Donald is gonna have a kid...I was sure at 59 that he was shootin' blanks. Go Donald!

Soooooo tired. Last night I had a crazy dream about some comic book hero dude. Very bizarre. And it was New Year's Eve.

Yeah this is all a bunch of random thoughts that don't mean anything, aren't humorous in any way, and your brain is getting dumber by the moment.

The song of the day kids is....NOTHING! Yeah that's right, nothing, so suck it. I have like 5 songs in my head from the drive into work but none of them are blog-worthy so you'll have to appreciate silence.

My last final rant for the moment: I dont' know what mother nature is doing, but she's being awfully cruel to my skin. Thank GOD for foundation. This morning I looked like a christmas tree but with only red lights. Plus the tip of my NOSE is breaking out even....wtf. I haven't switched cleansers or anything recently, so wtf. I think it's just stress, but I don't know what i'm stressed over other than the usual pile of work that's due but i typically procrastinate on.

I think i'm really stressed about my property tax bill, because I want to pay it in full but with the mortgage payment coming up in a few days, that's not happening. I have a long while to pay it, but I"m one of those people that likes ot pay her bills, in full, as soon as they come in. I'm not down with paying this thing in two installments.

I swear, if i had fake boobs, i really would moonlight as a stripper. It's not to say that I think i have a good enough body, but heck even if I made say $100 a night that would cover plenty of our bills. The only reason I woudln't be a stripper ISN'T because I've got an edumacation and you go to school to AVOID being a stripper...but because I would be afraid one of my coworkers would come in and recognize me!

Kraig keeps saying that I should get a job as one of those phone sex operator things...I can BS crazy perverted sex talk with a straight face no problem (ohhh yeahhhh you like livestock? lick that goat...lick it! Harder!)...but how the heck does one get a job doing THAT?!!!

If i were a guy I'd go to a sperm bank regularly and make "donations" for $20....is that how much they get? It's so not fair.

Today's goal: find a way to sleep with your eyes open. While typing.