January 25, 2006
Short Attention Span Blogging & A Little Musing
- I realize my life has reached a new level of pathetic when I've come up with a name for when all 3 of my dogs take a dump outside at the same time.
When two of them do it, it's a "twofer pooper". When 3 of them do it, it's a "Poop a trois". So sad.
- I hate hate hate my new cell phone. I was looking at the Nokia 3300 on ebay and figured I could buy it and switch out the SIM card. Does anyone have any experience with this phone?
- I really want a Sidekick or a Razr but that ain't happenin!
- Kids, you know I always share my food findings with you. Good Sense has these Sesame Oat Bran Sticks that are SOOOOO good. Eat them alone or on top of a salad. You must try them!
- I had to return a duplicate copy of a book to Barnes and Noble. It had been a while since the purchase so I had to get store credit which was fine with me. It's retarded how excited I was to have a mere $15 on a gift card to buy whatever I wanted. I might need some professional help.
- Along with my shallowness, I've been having deep existential thoughts lately.
Late Monday night, I found myself in bed watching TV.
I kept feeling like I needed to be doing something.
Now, understand this isn’t unusual because there are a million things that need to be done around my house. Dishes to wash, floors to be vacuumed, bathrooms to be swept, laundry to be folded, etc..
But this felt different. This was like I should be doing something with my life RIGHT THEN.
I stood up thinking I would walk right to it: the answer to the rest of my life. Is it in my purse? My laptop? Is it among the many many books on my shelves?
For 33 years I’ve felt like I’ve been waiting for life to begin. Am I waiting to get married or for the right job?
I keep waiting for a cause and effect. “If (this) would happen, then I could do (this).”
When do I get to the place where I feel like life has started?
Posted by De at January 25, 2006 01:38 PM
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Every year on my birthday I look back on the past year and think "How could I possibly have survived when I was so retarded?" Every single year I wonder how this can happen every single year. I mean there's got to be a limit somewhere, right? Eventually I'll actually be mature and I will be able to look back on a year's worth of activities and think "Yup. Got it all right this time."
But I fear that's not going to happen until I'm senile enough where I don't remember the stupid shit from the past year.
Let me know when you have that figured out, will ya? I could use some tips.
Poop a tois! A new vocabulary word for the Bennett-Geurtz household!
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