rambling

So remember how I felt all materialistically guilty after returning from Peru and got rid of a bunch of stuff? Yeah, well I kinda want it back now.

This may be too much info, but I had like the worst case of PMS over the weekend. You see, when I get PMS, I get PM-effing-S. I seriously thought I was losing my mind on Saturday. I'm pretty sure my family thought I was too because my mom refused to leave me by myself. She seriously sat in my bedroom with me while I laid in bed, stared at my screensaver and cried. It was pretty bad. A funny side note: my mom told me that she used to PMS really bad too and when people would irritate her, she would wish they would get in a car wreck and die. O.k., maybe that's not so funny, but it made me feel better.

I'm back on the exercising kick again.

Have I mentioned how much I love my job? I think I have, but just in case I haven't, I do. Actually, I guess it's not so much my job I love, it's my coworkers. Not that the job is bad, it's cool, but I really like my coworkers and I want to force them to be my friends and hang out with me not at work, but I'm not sure how to manipulate them into doing that. Another reason I like my job: one of the guys I work with has pretty much the sexiest arms I've ever seen. It's not just me who thinks so-my boss and I have discussed it. Now lest you think I've been inappropriate at work, she brought it up first. I just agreed . . . enthusiastically.

I really wish I could sing and not sound like a dying animal. I have all these amazing gifts and talents (muahahahaha!), but that's the one thing (of many) I can't do, and it pisses me off.

Alright, well . . . that's all.