Music Is My Hot Hot Sex

No really it is. Me and music are getting reacquainted quite well. I've been having a gay Ol' time sitting in my undies downloading via Limewire Pro. So yeah, so what if music is my boyfriend, ain't nothing wrong with that.

MP3 Meltdown

So me thinking I was actually making progress on organizing my life, accidentally deleted my largest music folder. I discovered this today when I put Winamp on shuffle and realized it was skipping quit a few songs. So I investigate and yes they are all gone. Did I mention this was my largest/ best collection. The one my best college buddy Dove and I dl'd for our countless late nights in yearbook, my endless art projects, late nights of drinking, and just driving down Hillman Hwy.

I almost cried because that whole collection of music was my most memorable of my life, senior year at E&H and my first year post college. Music saved my soul at times, I would get lost in it. Especially the hard time I had coming home from college with no close friends and having to figure it all out with having a degree but no job for 7 months. I couldn't even get Dollar General to hire me (the curse of higher education!)

So I did what any person would do in a time like this (thankfully not panic) and called up my good ol' buddy Dove aka (Dove Dizzle, Dove Deezey fo Sheezey, & Dove Delicious). She helped me remember the gist of music I collected. But there is no way I'll remember it all (we are talking close to 7 gigs of stuff here). She did make a good point however in that I'll remember the ones that meant the most and had frequent play time.

At least now I do have a bit to keep me busy this week. Limewire Pro here I come!

Mojito!

We had wonderful Mojitos Thursday thanks to Eric for bringing the stuff and Carol for whipping them up. Since Carol hasn't seen the Bacardi commercial of which I had to keep busting out the dance from, here it is.

Fillings nothing more than Fil-lings, Why are you sitting so funny

Thursday I had to get a filling in my very back bottom molar. I don't like the topical anesthetic they have to offer so I go for pure pain of the needle (cause yep I'm a masochist, and I know secretly a lot of you are). Well when I say pain from the needle I mean hells yeah it hurts like a mutha. I actually felt a tear forming if he stuck me one more time with that needle, but since it is carrying a numbing agent the pain slowly dissipates and I felt my life drifting away. No not really, but you do start to loose feeling in I would guess 4 stages with stage 1 being it doesn't hurt anymore from the needle stick, 2. you slowly loose feeling, 3. it starts to tingle, and lastly holy shit my left jaw feels like a bag o bricks. Now you are all ready for some drilling.

Damn I think the whole drilling process is the single most uncomfortable feeling ever. And it's weird cause it's not that it actually hurts it is just radonculously uncomfortable because you feel the pressure of the drill. But tada! no more cavity. And of course since it was a bottom filling they offered 2 choices: the more expensive white filling that didn't last as long as it less expensive metal version ma thingy counterpart. They do reassure you that "hey it's in the back no one will see that unless you are yelling at them or they failed to mention if you laugh your ass off like I do. But of course I went with the more sensible metal "non white" type. Why the hell would I want to pay more for something that doesn't even last that long. I guess if I had money falling outta my ass. And with that said I'll move on to the next segment.

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Poor K.B. has tape worms. Tim discovered them after wondering why she was walking and sitting funny. Brace yourselves cause this next part is gross. Tim said he discovered she had tapeworms after thinking she was pooping some crazy diarrhea like substance but instead of poop he thought he was about to scoop up it was moving and a fly landed on it, eww ewww ewwww. So being smart he collected the specimen so Eric can take with him when he gets poor K.B. some meds. For now she looks so uncomfortable it hurts my heart.

Thank You Comic Sans

The only time Comic Sans will be a hero.

All my font geeks (Laura, Les, Eric) you will totally appreciate this.

Scripted & I Dare Science Prove Anything

At times I truly believe my Zune is in tune with my emotions. (Que super sap music). So on my way home from a lovely pizza eating and beer infused fun evening of TNJ@B (Tuesday night jazz at Blackstone) with the coolest folk I know of the Fleegan type, my Zune plays me this. Light In Your Eyes- by Blessid Union of Souls. I already still feel like shit at times for reasons most of you who read this know. But damn if this song would have to play. The best part is it's ending right as I pull up to the house and park and turn off my engine right at the lyrics of.

"There's a light in my eyes but it's too bright to see
And a pain in my heart where you used to be
Guess I was wrong to assume that you were waiting here for me
There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me"

And I be damned if as i'm reaching to grab my purse and things, the interior light shuts off right at the last line with exact timing. (way to drive the damn point home).
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So at work today I asked a co-worker why the bossman didn't like his shirt that read "don't think of yourself as an ugly person, but as a beautiful monkey". He replied because of the whole evolution thing. Apparently my bossman and co-workers including the one who wore the shirt DO NOT believe in evolution.

So then I opened my big mouth to ask how can you not believe something that science has proven and hello do you not watch Discovery Chanel Planet Earth. O shit I opened up a can. Cause well, replies ass muncher (not shirt wearer), God created man we did not come from some tiny organism that came from nowhere. Did you catch that "that came from nowhere" cause I sure did and almost hurt the poor boys feelings simply because where is the proof of his said theory of which he argued no proof of mine (and well there is). I can definitely say this is the most worked up I've gotten over an issue in awhile. But I quickly calmed myself and said OK you believe what you wanna believe and I believe what I want to nothing more cause I'm about to piss you off. So I thought it was squashed but o no since the boss man wasn't there to witness this the ass muncher is all "O I gotta let the boss man tell you what he thinks" Um no thanks (I've been "counseled" before by a boss man at a previous job and frankly it pissed me off).

Creating Reality

Simply put, “The best way to predict the future is to create it.” Our thoughts determine the present and future of what is contained within our lives. It’s all about our choices. How and what we choose, upon what we focus, concentrate, or direct our attention, and where we spend our mental and emotional energies -- this is precisely what we will attract or draw to ourselves.