If I wasn’t wearing a shirt right now…

One of my coworkers said to me today “If I wasn’t wearing a shirt right now, my tie would be pointing at my belly button”.

I almost died from laughter.

Kite festival in Cinci was awesome, roadtrip was awesome, life is awesome. In about a month, I’ll be leaving the beach to go back to Austin. Whee!

::sigh::

What a freaking joke. My computer crashed again a few weeks ago, and I have officially lost everything. I had some stuff backed up, but not nearly enough of my photographs. I think that last year will be pretty much gone as far is photography is concerned, including my brothers wedding. ::sigh::

I know that there’s no use freaking out… its not like there’s anything I can do about it. This is my own damn fault. Did I mention that my computer has done this a bunch of times and only recently could I afford a new external hard drive to replace the one that crashed last year? Yeah, because I just only replaced it when my computer crashed again. I thought I’d be able to get it going again like all the other times… but this time the hard drive was corrupted.

::sigh::

So, anyone got a copy of photoshop for mac that I could “borrow”?

It’s done

Yeah, that was the fastest relationship ever. I call it a relationship because homeboy went kindof crazy on me and was calling / texting more than 20 – 30 times a day. So, while it was 5 days, it felt like 6 months. He wanted to see me every night, and while that’s sweet, if I have something to do don’t argue with me about it. Because, for real, I’ve been talking to you for less than a week, so plan on maintaining part of my life before you. I don’t need to be your mom, and I don’t need you freaking out if you text and I don’t respond within 32 nano seconds. Oh yeah, and if we’re making out and I tell you to stop, I mean it. The word no does not give you permission to go further. And if I have to physically force you off of me, then I’m not going to want to see you 12 times the next day.

So, yeah. Blah. I’m definitely planning on being the crazy cat lady.

Interesting

So, I had the best date ever last night.

This guy came into the bank yesterday afternoon, he’s come in often since I started there, and at the end of the transaction, he asks me for my number. I turn about 7 shades of red, but have always thought he was kindof cute, so gave it to him. He texted me within 5 minutes, asking to make plans for last night.

So, I agree, and meet him for a couple of drinks around 9. By 12, I had to go home (getting up at 7 sucks), but had some of the best conversations ever throughout the evening. By the time I get home, I have a text from him asking me to call when I get home so that he can say goodnight. How rediculously cute.

So, anyways, lets see what happens!

writers block

I don’t even know what to write about anymore. It seems like my life is just going on, normal days and normal stuff.

Winter out here is really quiet. Really really quiet. So, I spend time reading books and doing nothing in particular. My brother and his wife came out for Thanksgiving, but Christmas was just the three of us (well, plus 4 cats. So, 7 of us). Everyone is broke, so we didn’t do anything extravagent for Christmas. The day was really nice, though. Suzi brought her son, Dresden (17 months-ish) over, and we gave him a couple of toys from the store. Apparently the blocks I got him are a big hit, as it’s been almost a month and she says that he won’t let her ever put them away.

I was drinking a lot for a while there, and it was fun. Really really fun. Dance party til 5am (and only 3 participants) goodtimes. But, my waistline shows exactly how much I was drinking and partaking in holiday foods, so I’m chilling out for a while on that. Don’t get me wrong, I love danceparties in my friends living rooms, but holy crap my body hates me.

It’s weird… most of my deep thoughts come from things that happened at work. And really, I can never write about that again, no matter what the context. So, how the hell do I tell you the “you can’t make this shit up” stories, without crossing that line?

Damn. Therein lies the source of the writers block, I think. I don’t really know what to write about. There you have it.