One time I remember that I went to stay with my cousins in Michigan for a week, in the summer. I was probably about 13. And their mom (my aunt) caught us listening to a Pearl Jam cd that I had brought with me, and she demanded to see the lyrics…”Back street lover on the side of the road”. I’ll never forget her reading those lyrics out loud, and the face she made. That was the first time I was ever the bad influence….and it was all down hill from there 
I wrote a blog post yesterday at work, but I must have forgot to post it. I hate it when I do that. I like to write my posts in notepad usually before I paste it into my blog. Maybe I need to start using some sort of client blogging software. Ah well. It is probably still up on my computer at work. I’ll post it on Monday…when it is probably lost all relevance.
I hate weekend television. I swear to god it’s only Saturday morning, but I’ve already watched E! News 3 times! Is there nothing else on? I enjoy watching cartoons on Saturday morning….like the ones on the CW: Legion of Superheroes, The Batman, Loonatics Unleashed. But they are all reruns all the time. It sucks. And when the hell is Heroes coming back? By the time it starts back up, I’m going to have completely forgotten what was going on. In fact, I already have. But I like that show. I’ve been told I will like that Battlestar Galactica show. So I’ve added it to my Netflix queue. Although that doesn’t help unless I actually send back the dusty dvds back that I have here at home. I would consider copying them, but I’m too lazy to figure out how to. Hehe. That makes me think of pirated movies and mp3s off the internet. Make it the least bit inconvenient for me, and I’ll stop doing it. 
Anyway I said I DON’T do any of that. So don’t sue me.
I wear gel deodorant. Does anyone else? I know I’m a freak because I’ve been told that most people think it is like cold and slimy and just plain weird. But it’s really the only kind of deodorant that doesn’t leave those white stains on my shirts. I would be absolutely mortified if I was caught with that shit on my clothes. For those of you who do use it though, perhaps you can share in my annoyance that you can never seem to get that last bit of gel out of the damn thing. Like seriously, there will be like a centimeter of gel left, but the damn thing will stop clicking up. WTF. I will like put the cap on and just beat the shit out of to get all I can out of it. I will not stand for the conspiracy. I’ll cut that shit out with a knife if I have to.
It’s funny that in a few paragraphs I managed to completely contradict my personality. I’m lazy yet a little bit obsessive compulsive.
This is wonderful. Thanks to Ben for letting us know about this.
Alright. I’ve been back at work for about a half hour, and I’m already incredibly annoyed. Not at my job, but the stupid chat I have to listen to. I’m finding it difficult to concentrate when I hear the ramblings down the hall. I get it. You got a new macbook. You think your cool, and you want to talk about it all god damn day. Shut up.
I really need to get an mp3 player so I can drown out all the annoyances. I’ve recently discovered last.fm. You can just type in a random artist like hellogoodbye or death cab for cutie and they start playing music that is similar. I like it.
I read that Cate Blanchett has signed on to appear in the next Indiana Jones movie. I really like her, so I think it’s a great addition. Although, I still don’t know how I feel about a 64 year old Indiana? We’ll see.
So my damn cat won’t stop biting me. I love Makalu, but he just doesn’t get that my hands/arms/legs/feet are not toys. Sometimes it really hurts. I read on the internet that when he bites, you should grab him by the scruff of the neck, and push him down for a few seconds and say NO!…and the vet said to shove a toy in his mouth. I’ve tried both but he still attacks me and Mike. Does anyone have any suggestions? I’m sick of all the scratches all over my hands.
Going a bit overboard with the iPod accessories…This is actually a real product according to a PC World blog and was shown at the CES Show in Las Vegas.
I have had this damn song stuck in my head for the past two days. Patrick Swayze…yuck.
I’ve also been having strange dreams about working at Food Town as a bagger. I don’t think Food Town exists anymore. Last night I got fed up and quit. It was all dramatic 
