I’m out of staples. Tylila and I have probably had four or five giggle-fits in the past hour. And I can’t hear out of my right ear.

From Office Space
Samir: No one in this country can ever pronounce my name right. It’s not that hard: Samir Na-gheen-an-a-jar. Nagheenanajar.
Michael Bolton: Yeah, well at least your name isn’t Michael Bolton.
Samir: You know there’s nothing wrong with that name.
Michael Bolton: There was nothing wrong with it… until I was about 12 years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys.
Samir: Hmm… well why don’t you just go by Mike instead of Michael?
Michael Bolton: No way. Why should I change? He’s the one who sucks.

I have a brown pen. I now accept that I have too many pens because one of them writes in brown ink. Seriously, who has brown pens? It’s a nice pen. A Pilot V Razor Point Extra Fine pen, but still. It’s a sign of excess. I have an excessive amount of pens. Maybe I’ll bring my camera into work tomorrow and I’ll take a picture of all the pens on my desk.

My pens!  See the brown one?

Last night while at Job #2 I got a pretty deep paper cut. It’s actually from metal, but it’s basically a paper cut. I took the band-aid off because it was annoying me, but now the cut’s hurting when I use my mouse. I’m in a no win situation. Annoyance or pain.

Oh, yay! Ben Folds just came on my iPod! The office is practically empty today, so I can turn the volume up as loud as I want, which I enjoy. It makes me feel like I’m not really at work. But then I can’t hear my phone ring. I have to hope to catch the flashing red light alerting me to an incoming call. More often than not, I catch the solid red light alerting me to voicemail. Oops!

So, per my kick-ass scrolly sign yesterday, Jason was offered – and accepted – a position with the US Postal Inspector Service. I was so happy for him I couldn’t stop smiling all afternoon. He’s wanted this for so long, and the process was very daunting, and I’m really, really excited for him. He’ll be moving to Washington DC in January, which puts him closer to ME!! Ok, so the Postal Inspectors are a federal law enforcement agency along the lines of the FBI and DEA. Jason will actually carry a gun and a badge, and they’re responsible for all crimes that utilize the USPS. For instance, the anthrax stuff in DC and the Unabomber were under the Postal Inspectors’ jurisdiction. But it seems like it’s the safest of the federal agencies, which is a relief. Oh yeah, and they were founded by Benjamin Franklin. Kinda cool.

Last night I received a link taking me to pictures of Miss Britney Spears. Oh.my.God. That girl is trashy! In the pictures she’s getting in a car, wearing either a very short skirt or no pants at all (couldn’t tell), and she’s going commando. So I saw a whole lot more of Britney than I ever thought I would. What kind of girl wears a skirt sans panties?? Ugh.

I’m really tired today. Don’t know why. I got to bed at 11:20, so I should be relatively awake, but I’m not. Oh well.

My mom called me yesterday all excited… they opened a new Target close to her and, as the cherry on top, the Target has a Starbucks in it! Hehe. My mom never had Starbucks until May when we went to South Carolina for Gregory’s graduation. I was tired, saw Starbucks and asked my dad to stop. So my mom and I went in and I ordered her one of what I get: a grande vanilla latte. I created a monster. Then for the longest time, my mom couldn’t remember what to order, so she would have to call me. “Hey Lee Lee, I’m at Starbucks, what do I want?” She’s a blonde. What can I say?

I test-drove a Rav4 last night – score! It was really nice and I liked it a lot – made me realize how much the Crapfire sucks! – but this whole buying a new car thing is quite stressful to me and I’m avoiding it. I can afford the car payments for a Rav4, but haven’t yet decided if I want to get one. There’s a difference between being able to afford it and wanting to pay it, you know? Thus the stress and the stalling.

Jason was offered a position with the US Postal Inspectors – he accepted!!!

(go ahead, admit it. you’re impressed with my scrolly text!)

Mmm…. cheese. I’m munching on Colby Jack cheese cubes. I keep them in the fridge at work cause I figure they’re a nutritious snack. Better for me than a Snickers or cookies or Pixie Stix. Mmm… Pixie Stix.

I’m debating. Should I go for a walk today in this beautiful weather? Or should I go to Jared, the Galleria of Jewelry? (haha) See, my brothers, father and I are getting my mom a pair of diamond earrings for her 50th birthday and someone told me to go to Jared because their prices are reasonable, so although I have already picked the store from which I’m getting the earrings (a non-chain store), I feel obligated to check all options because there are three other people contributing to this purchase. I checked online and jared.com doesn’t show anything. So I have to go to the actual store, which I’m reluctant to do if only for the commercials, which are as annoying as fuck. Oops. Shouldn’t say that word. The commercials are very annoying. Better?

I feel bad for Chuck Amato, the former head football coach for NC State. One year Shel sent me to the Chuck Amato Football Camp for Women in an attempt to raise my appreciation for NC State football. Didn’t happen. But I did become a Chuck Amato fan. He was extremely friendly, down-to-earth and charismatic. Seemed like a good guy. Just couldn’t get his teams together. I’m sorry to see him go.

And in random news… I just unexpectedly heard from a long-lost friend. My day is now made.

I’ve decided there should be a moratorium on football in my life. It’s not going to happen, but it’s a nice thought.

After loosing to the unranked Bulls of South Florida, my beloved Eers have fallen to 15th in the rankings. Sigh. Bye bye BCS bowl. And the Steelers. I don’t even want to talk about the Steelers. But I’m no fair-weather fan. I always have been and always will be a fan of the Steelers and Mountaineers regardless of rank and number of wins. It’s seriously disheartening, though! Yuk, yuk, yuk.

I’ve got a lot to do today. I have to clean. Big-time clean. I just recently noticed how dusty the furniture in my bedroom is. And I have to do dishes. See, I don’t cook often, but when I do, I have a tendency to not clean the dishes I’ve dirtied. It’s kinda gross. So off to do some dusting and some dishes.

What’s the deal with my brain?
Why am I so obviously insane?
In a perfect situation
I let love down the drain.
There’s the pitch, slow and straight.
All I have to do is swing
and I’m the hero, but I’m the zero.

Hungry nights, once again
Now it’s getting unbelievable.
‘Cause I could not have it better,
But I just can’t get no break
From the girls, all around
As they search the night for someone to hold onto.
I just pass through…