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Going for Yet Another Comment-less Post

I learned this weekend that if you mix boys with anything remotely drum-like you get a cacophany of sound unrivaled by the loudest of jet engines.

I love boys.

I just wrote a big paragraph bemoaning my inability of picking out winners for boyfriends. But it was really selfish and all too "woe is me." Instead, I'll say that I'm glad I finally figured out that most of the guys I've dated were losers and I'm hoping to make a turnaround in my interests. For real. From now on, only Johnnys and Orlandos and Brads. Except real. And actually nice. And single.

Anyway, let's just face it. I do love boys. And I will continue loving them. Even though the last one burned me so bad I was considering batting for the other team. (Kidding, kidding.......sort of.)

Oh dear, I'm sensing a return of the flirt whore!

Run Away

I am currently sitting next to 4 boys playing "football" on the Xbox a.k.a. THE WORST INVENTION EVER RIGHT UP THERE WITH THE FREAKING PS2. I'm drowning in testorone. Somebody help me!

Edit: Ok, I really don't mind after all, b/c BGF is actually SMILING. And acting like he's having fun. And it's so cute. I like it when things go well for him. He's had THE WORST WEEK EVER. :echo echo echo: So it is good for him to be happy.

But still....

Dude. I really DO need GIRL friends.

Behemoth

Tremble in fear! She will come and break your kennel! Hide the stuffed animals and any available rawhide.

The Parsnip cometh!

Somedays, I'd like to just stay at home all day with her and watch her destroy my apartment. I miss so much being gone all day. And it's the little things, you know? Like when she poops under the dining table because she knows it's hard to get to. Or when she picks a new "special" spot on the carpet to make completely bald. Or when she sees my super cute new dress shoes and takes one up the stairs (to chew on) and leaves the other one downstairs (again, to chew on), so she can have entertainment in both places! She's just so smart and happy and pleased to be Parsnip the puppy.

And you know what I hate about her? I CAN'T STAY MAD AT HER. Not even a little bit. Because when she curls up next to me at night and lays her head on my arm and looks at me sooooo pathetically and lovingly all at the same, the way only a sweet little dog can do...well, I wouldn't trade her for the world.

Pretty Picture

I am playing the CRAP out of Kelly Clarkson's "Breakaway" CD. Seriously. Why am I so in love with it? And why can't I stop singing the songs at work? Because why would anyone in their right mind want to hear me attempt American Idol-type vocals?

Why, ME, of course!

Working Out Sucks, Dude

Ok, I just worked out. Yeah. I put on a sports bra and everything. Two years ago, this would be normal behavior. But not anymore! Ever since the collapse of my supposed wonderful relationship with "the idiot," I pretty much just let myself do whatever I wanted. Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow you get dumped!

And at the risk of sounding like Britney Spears.....y'all, I am so out of shape. I ran/walked/struggled/crawled/heaved/and nearly died through two miles on that wretched treadmill tonight. It took me over 30 minutes to go 2 miles since I kept accidentally hitting the pause button and then kept wimping out when the shooting pain in my side got too bad. Also, I like breathing. And I can't breathe when I run. AT ALL. I don't care how much I concentrate on breathing in and breathing out and taking deep breaths and using my nose and lungs. I CAN'T DO IT. And really, the harder I ran, the worse I felt because of the jiggly jiggly wubbly bubbly of my fatty fat fat. OH MY GOSH. I kid you not, my mind kept saying (cause God knows my mouth couldn't say it), "The jiggling! The fat! MY LOVE HANDLES ARE THE HUGEST LOVE HANDLES IN THE ENTIRE WORLD! How could I let myself become the pillsbury doughboy!?"

Give Me Aspartame or Give Me Death

I just don't like it. I'm sorry. I don't. But try it for yourself. But it doesn't take like Diet Coke. Or regular Coke. I just takes like....ew.



Crap. And now I can't think of anything else to post about. Seriously. What is WRONG with me? Oh well, I'm posting this anyway RIGHT NOW in the hopes that the suckiness of this post will inspire me to write more later.

Oy.