Keeping it classy

Irene: "Don't tell Marta I farted in her bed. She gets so emotional about it."

Maybe it's just me

Restless Leg Syndrome: still bullshit. But maybe that is just my Syndrome Intolerance Syndrome speaking. I think I also might have a case of Intense Desire For Reese's PeanutButter Cup Syndrome. I'm a sick, sick girl.

Random.

Today, I shipped a used West Coast Choppers oil tank to Thailand. You know, like you do sometimes.

Thoughts on Men

I'm reading "Operating Instructions" by Anne Lamontt right now. Not surprisingly, I am enjoying it immensely. I am in love with her voice and fed by her perspective. Today I read this great passage about her thoughts on men:
"Part of me loves and respects men so desperately, and part of me thinks they are so embarrassingly incompetent at life and in love. You have to teach them the very basics of emotional literacy. You have to teach them how to be there for you, and part of me feels tender toward them and gentle, and part of me is so afraid of them, afraid of any more violation."

What WILL they think up next?

I think Restless Leg Syndrome is bullshit. Just saying.

Danger Dog

I just switched computers with Mark and now I have the Mac. The Mac has Photo Booth. Getting work done just got a lot harder.

Dilemma

Anna: "Red wine gives me heartburn but white wine gives me a headache."

Me: "Yeah me too. Maybe we should drink less."

Anna: "Sadly that didn't even occur to me as a viable option."